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All along I was searching for my Lenore
In the words if Mr. Edgar Allen Poe
Now I'm sober and "Nevermore"
Will the Raven come to bother me at home
Calling you, calling you home
You... calling you, calling you home
By the door you said you had to go
Couldn't help me anymore
This I saw coming long before
So I kept on staring out the window
Calling you, calling you home
I am a natural entertainer, aren't we all
Holding peices of dying ember
I'm just trying to remember who I can call
Who can I call?
Home... calling you, calling you
I run a secret propaganda,
Aren't we all hiding pieces of broken anger?
I'm just trying to remember who I can call
Can I call?
*Born in a war of opposite attraction
It isn't, or is it a natural conception
Torn by the arms in opposite directions
It isn't, or is it a Modernist reaction
*Repeat
Is it like this?
Is it always the same?
Will you come back again?
Do you like this?
Will you remember my name..?