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Whistle! Whistle! Wounded lungs I can hear your silly little songs I've been used to wheezing for so long There's no place I can call home From my toes up to-my face My dry body's itching me to death First I sweat, then I'm so cold There's no place I can call home I just want it all to go away I feel weaker each and every day I'm so young yet I feel so old There's no place I can call home I take their pills, I take their meds I do everything I can Help me please, I feel so raw! There's no place I can call home My whole body is a mess I feel sick in every way! No more sing-song or lullaby I won't find a home until I die