| How am I gonna get myself back home?
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| I, I, I
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| How am I gonna get myself back home?
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| I, I, I
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| We are the last people standing
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| At the end of the night
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| We are the greatest pretenders
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| In the cold morning light
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| This is just another night
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| And we’ve had many of them
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| To the morning we’re cast out
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| But I know I’ll land here again
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| How am I gonna get myself back home?
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| I, I, I
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| How am I gonna get myself back home?
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| I, I, I
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| There’s a light in the bedroom
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| But it’s dark
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| Scattered around on the floor
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| All my thoughts
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| This is just another night
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| And we’ve had many of them
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| To the morning we’re cast out
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| But I know I’ll land here again
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| How am I gonna get myself back home?
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| I, I, I
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| Oh, how am I gonna get myself back home?
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| I, I, I
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| The birds are mocking me
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| They call to be heard
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| The birds are mocking me
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| They curse my return
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| How am I gonna get myself back home?
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| I, I, I
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| How am I gonna get myself back home?
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| I, I, I
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| Oh, how am I gonna get myself back home?
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| I, I, I
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| How am I gonna get myself back home?
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| I, I, I
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| Oh, how am I gonna get myself back home?
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| I, I, I
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| How am I gonna get myself back home?
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| I, I, I
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| I’m lost… |