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I had a womb
I had a womb of my own in my old home
I had a womb
I was in a constant state of falling
I heard the ground was calling calling
Oh and I knew
I had a room
I had a room of my own in my old home
I had a room
I lay underneath the sapphire ceiling and underneath the plastic star glow
I drew a hundred pictures in an hour's time the images poured in through my eyes
Oh and I knew
I had a tomb
I had a tomb of my own in my old home
I had a tomb
I was in a constant state of falling
I read a hundred stories in an hour's time the chapters poured in through my mind
Oh and I knew
That it would happen again
And it would happen again
It would happen again