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Thanks for Sticking Around

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I must confess my mind is made of tiny, leaden fishing weights I throw them down these lonely, tinsel hallways Like rolling holes Does it ever feel like home? Does it matter much at all In the face of an almost certain end? You called my name, you took my hand You stayed, and all I said was, "Thanks" Thanks for sticking around Thanks for sticking around Thanks for sticking around It's never been that easy Not getting easier now My mother says I'm almost faded out I think she's right, but how the hell Could I admit that now I've tried? And I'm dragging you along Does it ever feel like home? Does it matter much at all In the face of an almost certain end? You called my name, you took my hand You stayed, and all I said was, "Thanks" Thanks for sticking around Thanks for sticking around Thanks for sticking around It's never been that easy Not getting easier now Does it feel like home? Does it even matter much at all? Does it feel like home? Does it even matter much at all?