king hobo

  I don't know why it hurts
thinking about the past when you do not believe in miracles
when everything was just there
and again the road calls away

pain and desire to get in
don't think about anything on the road
to be once again a king hobo
some backpack on shoulders world under foot

but this reality remains
The House Not The House and  you want to escape
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