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I am the beast, the beast of each, you are blank and aloneI am the beach, the beach in the east, you are a blanket of slowHome is where you hang yourself some pictures on the wallAnd I'm riding the curse of the world to your beck and callAnd I am the least, the least of each of everyone I knowAnd I am a piece, the piece of each that wishes it would have stayed homeHome is where you hang yourself some pictures on the wallAnd I'm riding the curse of the world to your beck and callI am the beast, the beast of each, you are etched in stone From Letras Mania