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I thought that down was up. I thought that up was down. I thought that left was right. I thought the square was round. I thought that good was bad. I thought that bad was good. I thought that north was south; refused to do what I should. Where's the lamp unto my feet? Where's the hope within my prayer? All the times that I called out, I wonder: Were you really there? I can't find my way back home. From Letras Mania