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My home is not a house |
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I'm surrounded by no walls |
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But I'm as quiet as a mouse |
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You'll never know I'm here at all |
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It seems I'm always disappearing |
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With my world thrown in a case |
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But do you know just how endearing |
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I find your little place? |
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I constantly remind myself one thing |
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This is where I always said I'd be |
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? ? ? of insincerity |
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And spend my fifteen minutes here with me |
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Oh I really get around |
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Oh I really get around |
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I'll take a silver plated jet plane |
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Yeah, and run it in the grounds |
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Take the scissor to the strings |
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That gather human beings |
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And take you on that holiday |
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You dream about |
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I've got a secret |
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I can tell you |
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All about my secret |
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But I think I'd better show you |
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Constantly remind myself one thing |
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This is where I always swore I'd be (right here) |
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I'll drain your lake and leave those fish to doubt |
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Everything they knew before the drought |
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Oh, but I really get around |
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Did I mention that I really get around |
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I'll spend some time in Turkey |
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Just tryin' to get the hang of things |
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Oh and I could be a rich man |
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But what a bitch man |
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And then I'll have mentioned things which just come naturally |
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(Oh I've got a secret... I've got a secret |
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I can tell you |
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All about my secret |
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But I think I'd better show you |
