Compasses
Lotte Kestner
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What I want sometimes
Is a roof somewhere
The same one each time
Like a real woman
Home, to be home
To be home
To be home
Like a black sea turtle
Swimming back
Sailors who sail
Without compasses
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Right, to be right
To be right
If the stars stick why can't I
If the stars stick why can't I
If the stars stick why can't I
If the stars stick why can't I
If the stars stick why can't I
If the stars stick why can't I
If the stars stick why can't I