| I had to leave to see
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| How good I had it, I had it
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| I had to go to know
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| How good I had it
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| Would you have me if I come back home?
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| My mama said when I was six years old
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| I would always sit up by the window
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| I would always say this city way too cold
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| Wish there was another place i could go
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| She would ask where and I would say
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| Where, anywhere, tell me where 'cause I’m scared
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| If I’m here then I’ll never see paradise
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| I just wanna see paradise
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| So I had to leave to see
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| How good I had it, I had it
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| I had to go to know
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| How good I had it
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| Would you have me if I come back home?
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| Yeah, I was datin' D for three years
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| Then I broke a promise 'cause I had to go to college
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| Thinkin' 'bout my tomorrows
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| Then I met a Brina
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| But of course I had to leave her 'cause the grass is always greener
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| 'Cause theoretically she gave me everything i need
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| But for whatever reason I ain’t never feel like me
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| I looked her in the eyes and said, «My heart isn’t in me»
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| She looked me in the eyes and said, «Where is it?»
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| And I said
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| Where, anywhere, tell me where 'cause I’m scared
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| If I’m here then I’ll never see paradise
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| I just wanna see paradise
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| So I had to leave to see
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| How good I had it, I had it
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| I had to go to know
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| How good I had it
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| Would you have me if I come back home?
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| Nothing better than my mama rice and beans
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| All the sound, the people yellin' on the street
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| The lights when I land at JFK
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| The cold wind when it hits me in my face
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| I only feel the ground under my feet when
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| Jazzy standin' right there next to me and
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| Those the things that make me feel at home
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| And that’s the only paradise I know, so
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| I had to leave to see
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| How good I have it, I have it
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| I had to go to know
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| How good I have it (How good I have it)
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| I have it (So I’m comin' home)
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| Nothing better than my mama rice and beans
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| (Ooh, ooh, I’m comin' home)
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| All the sound, the people yellin' on the street
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| The lights when I land at JFK
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| (Oh, I’m comin' home)
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| The cold wind when it hits me in my face
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| I only feel the ground under my feet when
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| Jazzy standin' right there next to me and
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| (Yeah, I’m gon' come back home)
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| Those the things that make me feel at home
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| And that’s the only paradise I know, so
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| (I'm comin' home)
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| God bless you, where are you?
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| You still at work?
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| Anyway, call me when you get this message
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| God bless, we love you |