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[ti:Home] |
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[ar:The Boy Who Trapped The Sun] |
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[al:Fireplace] |
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Home is |
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where you lay your head |
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My head lies between the cracks. |
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Red lights lead to wasted days. |
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Maybe I better |
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put till' all my days. |
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Oh, the city's not a home. |
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But it's somewhere to get alone. |
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Maybe I'm lying to myself. |
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I'm not a graphter, |
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I'm not on that of earth. |
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I have a habit that's a full time occupation. |
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Cause the grass is always greener |
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when you can't see the garden. |
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Oh, the city's not a home. |
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But it's somewhere to get alone. |
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Oh, the city's not a home. |
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But it's somewhere to get alone |
