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Does no one here have any place to go?

Can there be time for such reclining

In your social to and fro

Have you no paramour

No dogs to walk

No early morning shift

That calls you like a whore and

begs you make it swift?

Does no one here have anything to show?

For every hour you devour

In pursuit of letting go

Where is your suckling brood?

Your easy mood

'Kick up the fire and let the

flames break loose'

Home, go home

Your dreams are yours alone'

all buffered nail and whittled heel

like clothes and skin the dance floor peels

Home, go home

The Masquerade is done

from here on in, tomorrow's canned

in each dear disappointed hand

Does no one here have anything to say?

Would it be treasonous to reason with

a heart so young and gay

It is the perfect frock, exquisite locks

and nothing comes to rain on your parade

Home, Go home

Your dreams are yours alone

What care I for your cobbled life

Your talent turn, your status wife

Go Home, Go Home, to valance,

flock and drone

Your lovers writhe like eels inside

Your neighbour's sheets - squealing

Bleating Haste - quick turn

The pyro lives to burn

The pelmet catches, batten hatches

all is gone that no-one snatches

Home, go home and govern you

your own

Make your love and keep it warm

It won't be precious very long

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