Tytuł: Pisces/Almost Home

• Wykonawca: Good Riddance
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The sense of fear on which you feed
  When the people can't believe
  The things they read
  We've been brought up to feel left out
  Eclipsed by the shadows of our doubt
  
  The pieces rise and rearrange
  And all the smiling faces seem so strange
  With tacit symmetry and prose
  I feel the doors behind me close
  
  You're here alone inside this crowd
  You've faced the world and made us proud
  But when the bitterness returns
  There's nothing left to hide the burns
  
  I've waited
  I've written on promises and dreams
  A thousand times
  Still relegated to these lines
  
  Like water untainted the sad.
  Quixotic trail I've left behind
  Somehow it echoes in my mind
  And it almost feels like coming home