I thought I've anchored myself.
In fact, I am wraped up in chains.
No one but myself is to blame.
Manderley, is where I stay
Roaming and rolling, far away from home
Though, where's my home? I am asking
I couldn't be more lonely
I couldn't be more tragic
No one but myself is to blame
All the hopes and dreams
are still hopes and dreams
Year after year after year
I'm here and there, or anywhere
Does it even matter anyway
Don't come back to me
Come back to where you call it home
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