| Your name will ring a bell again tonight.
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| Another plane went by and left a white line in the sky above you.
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| And your room felt like a cell again last night.
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| When you’ve seen the ocean disappear in a rear view mirror, the meaning of it
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| all won’t become much clearer.
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| You drama queen.
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| You coiled up in your shell with dreams of flight.
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| The sun hit the bay in coast town far away, while you were yawning.
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| The memory of motels was sparkling bright.
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| When you’ve seen the sun getting nearer from the edge of the pier,
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| the meaning of it all won’t become much clearer.
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| You drama queen.
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| (Home's not where the heart is)
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| You drama queen.
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| So Lonely Planet’s Guide to Hell was right:
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| There’s no such yearning as a heart that keeps burning with a great fire.
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| The word farewell is a soft taste of delight.
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| I saw faces disappear through a mist of tears, but the meaning of it all just
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| seemed clearer and clearer.
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| You drama queen.
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| (Heart is where that part is that feels the least like home.)
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| This is not yet where the world ends,
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| This is a new part we’ll have to comb.
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| Another begins where this map ends,
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| This is why we cannot go back home.
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| This is not yet where the world ends,
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| This is a new part we’ll have to comb.
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| Another begins where this map ends,
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| This is why we cannot go back home.
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| You drama queen.
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| (Home's not where the heart is)
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| You drama queen.
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| (The heart is where that part is that feels the least like home.)
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| My love is the parts of the atlas I have yet to roam. |