Home to sweet home, it just occurred to me
To be on my own in search of bitter treats.
I get so removed, but you never notice it
Step in my shoes; you'll see that I don't fit.
I walk home the wrong way
Hoping I'll go astray.
I'd like to be a missing person.
-- Neil Finn (Split Enz) 1980
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