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I got lost on endless land On endless land I’m lost again Keep coming home I remember seeing you The flat end of a bottle through Keep coming home Comb the stairs, make us a drink The sun is set and in the sink I keep coming home Every little thing and large Is off its track and banking hard Fever trees against the headlights Starlings spiral out of sight I keep coming home I get caught in my own web And love you to the gills again From Letras Mania