I watched my guilt blossom before me
Like a tender shoot
With thirsty roots
O' how my garden grows
The shameful seeds I've sown
I watched its stems sprawl above me
Its dark shadow cast its cloud around me
But I can live with it
I'll live in it
There's no place like home
Sticks and stones won't break my bones
It's the branches and boulders I shoulder
I can live with it
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