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There’s a place I like to sit
Down and think a bit
When I can’t remember the last time it rained
They say help comes in time
But I’m still waiting for mine
Because nobody gets out alive
There’s no reason to fret
Got a lot on my back
And I can’t help but find my way home
This desert of disease
Means nothing to me
And I can’t help but find my way home
Heaven forbid there’s no reason to cry
But write in his will oh well at least he tried
Alone is our fate some people can’t wait
As their memories become our lullabies
There’s no reason to fret
Got a lot on my back
And I can’t help but find my way home
This desert of disease
Means nothing to me
And I can’t help but find my way home
There’s a place I like to sit
Down and think a bit
And I went there the last time it rained
They say help comes in time
But I’m done waiting for mine
As their memories become our lullabies
I can’t forget
If you look back I’ll bet
I could still help you find your way home
In this desert of disease, that brought you to your knees
You helped me find my way home
There’s no reason to fret
Got a lot on my back
And I can’t help but find my way home
In this desert of disease
That brought you to your knees
And I can’t help but find my way home

Written by:
Logan Tichnor, Noah Pelty

Publisher:
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