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Theres a driving anchor running through my veins.
Im the wing commander on a crashing plane.
Oh when our eyes they meet
You sweep my feet
Of the holy ground on which i stand,
Help me understand.

Theres an overwhelming darkness in my soul.
I cant light it up and i just cant take control.
Oh wont you take some time
Or spare a dime
For a man who trades his future for the past
And things that just wont last.

Cant seem to find my way back home,
Its not in my chromosome.
My kind just wanders of alone.

Cant seem to find my way back home,
Dont know where i belong.
My kind just wanders of alone.

Theres a driving anchor running through my veins.
Im the wing commander on a crashing plane.
Oh wont you take some time
Or spare a dime
For a man who trades his future for the past
And things that just wont last.

Cant seem to find my way back home,
Its not in my chromosome.
My kind just wanders of alone.

Cant seem to find my way back home,
Dont know where i belong.
My kind just wanders of alone.

Cant seem to find my way back home,
Its not in my chromosome.
My kind just wanders of alone.

Cant seem to find my way back home,
Dont know where i belong.
My kind just wanders of alone.