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Out of Home

An Original Song

By Robyn MorleyPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Bare feet on the concrete, the wind blows through my hair

Sore eyes from the bright grey sky, you can see my breath in the air

How (how how how) did I get (get get) here

Such a shock to the system

There are all these places where I wanted to go

But now they’re out of reach, now I’m out of home

There’re all these things that I wanted with you

But you don’t recognise me sat on the floor

All I own is a cup now, but that’s a cup I stole

The world just avoids me, I just want you to hold

How (how how how) did I get (get get) here

Still a shock to the system

There are all these places where I wanted to go

But now they’re out of reach, now I’m out of home

There’re all these things that I wanted with you

But you don’t recognise me

There are all these places where I wanted to go

But now they’re out of reach, now I’m out of home

There’re all these things that I wanted with you

But you don’t recognise me sat on the floor

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About the Creator

Robyn Morley

I am in my final year of an English Literature degree. I passionate about all things literature and I have a love of music and songwriting.

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