I don't know what it is
but I do know what it ain't
said I don't know what it is
but I won't sit around and wait
Sitting all alone
staring at a phone
searching for a home
feeling so alone
Help me find a way
this must not be my day
help me find a way
feed me the words to say
Life is so brand new
just don't know what to do
this better come right through
life is so brand new
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