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von Last Train

Whistle! Whistle! Wounded lungs
I can hear your silly little songs
I′ve been used to wheezing for so long
There's no place I can call home

From my toes up to-my face
My dry body′s itching me to death
First I sweat, then I'm so cold
There's no place I can call home


I just want it all to go away
I feel weaker each and every day
I′m so young yet I feel so old
There′s no place I can call home

I take their pills, I take their meds
I do everything I can
Help me please, I feel so raw!
There's no place I can call home

My whole body is a mess
I feel sick in every way!
No more sing-song or lullaby
I won′t find a home until I die