Home is where the heart is. Home is in the ribcage.

Not Enough	Rummage	I don't care. That's genius.	down under stars coming up, we are home again
The world is warm and likes having us in it	I'm out; I'm free. Down here the night air is purple. What do I do with it all?	When all the stars go out at night

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