Come on hold my hand,
I wanna contact the living.
Not sure I understand,
This role I�ve been given.
I sit and talk to god
And he just laughs at my plans,
My head speaks a language, I don�t understand.
I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in.
�cause I got too much life,
Running through my veins, going to waste.
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