| It’s one hundred and nine degrees in this crowded room
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| No room to breathe with walls as cold as a gallery
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| This is no place for me Such hard faces set in smoke
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| The smell lingers in my clothes
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| It’s a bad night to be alone
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| But that’s the way it goes
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| And I think of you whenever life gets me down
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| I think of you whenever you’re not around
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| And you rest your bones
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| Somewhere far from my own
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| Yeah, but you still pull me home
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| I thought I had it figured out in a brand new life
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| With a great big house
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| And green initials on the towels
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| I should be happy now
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| Well, you got yourself a family
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| And you planted roots down by the sea
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| I saw you once on the street
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| You didn’t notice me But I think of you whenever life gets me down
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| I think of you whenever you’re not around
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| You rest your bones
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| Somewhere far from my own
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| Yeah, but you still pull me home
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| Just to put your mind at ease
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| You don’t owe me anything
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| You paid me well in memories
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| And I think of you whenever life gets me down
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| I think of you whenever you’re not around
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| And you rest your bones
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| Somewhere far from my own
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| Yeah, but you still pull me home
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| Yeah, you still pull me home
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| You still pull me home |