Cornfields of Mars - My Home is My Jail | Текст песни

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I'm trapped in a box
Behind the locks
Of appartment blocks;

Locked behind the bars
Of windows and cars,
Lust and cigars.

From the cage of my reason
I've got to set sail;

My home is my prison,
My home is my jail!

I'm stuck in a cell
Of comforting hell,
No stories to tell.

Maybe overseas
I'll be able to breathe;
Travels deliver me.

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