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Why don't we go back to my place? |
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I know it's mine 'cause it holds my suitcase |
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It looks like home to me, alright |
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But it's a hundred miles from yesterday night |
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Why must I be a man in a suitcase? |
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Is it me, man with the stranger's face? |
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Why must I be a man in a suitcase? |
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Another key for my collection |
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My insecurity is straight to my rejection |
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Bird in a flying cage, you'll never get to know me well |
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World's an oyster, my hotel room's a prison cell |
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Why must I be a man in a suitcase? |
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Is it me a man with the stranger's face? |
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Why must I be a man in a suitcase? |
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Why don't we go back to my place? |
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I know it's mine 'cause it holds my suitcase |
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Looks like home to me, alright |
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But it's a hundred miles from yesterday night |
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Why must I be a man in a suitcase? |
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Is it me, the man with the stranger's face? |
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Why must I be a man in a suitcase? |
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Is it me, the man with the stranger's face? |
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Why must I be a man in a suitcase? |
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Is it me, the man with the stranger's face? |
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Why must I be a man in a suitcase? |
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Is it me, a man in the suitcase? |
