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Here in a clockwork town Such a well kept burial ground Where everyone is laying in the park Trying to sell you on little lies 'bout who they are And it sure don't feel like home Then again, what really does? Feels like everywhere I go Is just a passing lane from whence I came I change my name again Who am I fooling? When the mail reaches its prior address Who gets to read it is anyone's guess And I find it amusing Eyes and dull head signs What are you willing to do For an easy rhyme And it sure don't feel like home Then again, what really does? Feels like everywhere I go Is just a passing lane from whence I came I change my name again Who am I fooling? When the mail reaches its prior address Who gets to read it is anyone's guess I find it amusing From Letras Mania