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YOU CAN’T GO HOME

From Cleopatra's Tomb

 

I walk both sides of a borderline.

Where both sides seem to be mine.

Each one presenting a different view

Contrasting the old with the new.

Each side claims that it can set you free

But that’s not what I see.

 

The heart of me is a mystery

As deep and dark as the Nile.

The road I travel’s an open road

Unfolding mile by mile

Sometimes it just makes me want to laugh.

'Cause one plus one’s just half.

 

You can’t go home again.

That much is plain to see.

It lives within your heart,

The way it feels to me.

 

Red sky in the morning.

And a red sky brings the night.

As the darkness falls around me

And I try to find the light.

 

I hear the call of the desert sands.

Eternal, older than time.

I hear the call of the city lights.

Great towers climb to the sky.

They promise you, you can find your dreams,

If we see eye to eye.

 

You can’t go home again.

That much is plain to see.

It lives within your heart,

The way it feels to me.

 

Red sky in the morning.

And a red sky brings the night.

As the darkness falls around me

And I try to find the light.

 

So I’ll play their game, this masquerade

Pretending that it’s mine.

Knowing I’m not part of either world.

My world is of my own design.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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