my friend marcus, he sleeps in my basement
his father touched more then spirit
now he can hardly sleep, sleep
i dont give a shit if you're lonesome
i think that you should go home son
find your father and meaning
now i can see
you mean everything to nothing
now i believe
you mean everything
my friend marcus, he works on a train set
and i still cant move on my broke track
he's helping me find my meaning
eventually and hopefully we'll see
and now i can see
i mean everything to nothing
now i believe
i mean everything
its funny how many don't know
how many of us don't have homes
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