I don't know why
I only know
I go there to cry
It has something to do
With being out of place
For crying unlawful
In some other space
It happened at Kentwood
A place I called home
Until I learned
How far they would roam
It happened in Dublin
A bizarre circumstance
To find myself stopped
With no more romance
I cry in garages
I don't know why
I simply find
I go there to cry
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