LYRIC

When I speak of places
I speak of them as people
And question them at length
Why they are not my home
Why are they not home

When I speak of people
I speak of them as things
I put them in their place
I keep them in collection
Keep them collections

When I speak of things
I speak of them as places
Hand me, please, a city
Hand me, please, an ocean
Hand me, please, an ocean

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