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Now I want to go home Want to stay there alone Life is so monochrome as a long time ago But I still walking on Bitch, I used to move on destination unknown I need to find my own home put on headphone I am rolling stone Scuffle along floor feet stick in the moor Sitting all alone talking on my own On my bone throne i don't need a phone Nobody to call Keep away from me now hope I handle somehow Grateful sense of quiet seclusion At last I came to the conclusion Extralegal execution Try to raze my roots by mind pollution My soul not pure at all It's time for funeral