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Living in hope, how the hell do you even cope?
Drifting in dreams, where nothing's ever quite what it seems
It's all day to day, with the night getting in the way
But how shall we find our home?

Up at first light, a cup of coffee and another fight
A last cigarette, wondering just how bad it can get
Feeling the tears of all those empty wasted years
But how shall we find our home?

Nothing is real, so what have you lost?
Why sit there crying counting the cost?

What's the big deal? Like I said, nothing's ever real
Is it so bad? You can't lose what you never had
You look at the rain. Is it too late to start again?
But how shall we find our home?