| These days my friends don’t seem to know me
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| Without my suitcase in my hand
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| Where I am standing still
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| I seem to disappear
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| But maybe that’s how I found you
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| Maybe that’s taught me exactly what I want
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| Maybe meeting you so far away from home
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| Is what makes it all so clear
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| But you got that special kind of sadness
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| You got that tragic set of charms
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| That only comes from time spent in Los Angeles
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| Makes me wanna wrap you in my arms
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| When people ask me where I come from
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| To see what that says about man
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| I only end up giving bad directions
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| That never lead them there at all
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| It’s something written in the head lights
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| Is something swimming in my drink
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| And if I were the moon
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| It would be exactly where I fall
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| Cause you got that special kind of sadness
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| You got that tragic set of charms
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| That only comes from time spent in Los Angeles
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| Makes me wanna wrap you in my arms
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| I used to think someone would love me
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| For places I have been
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| And the dirt I have been gathering
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| Deep beneath my nails
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| But now I know what I’ve been missing
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| And I’m going home to make it mine
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| And I’ll be battening the hatches and pulling in the sails.
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| But you got that special kind of sadness
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| You got that tragic set of charms
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| That only comes from time spent in Los Angeles
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| Makes me wanna wrap you in my arms |