| I’ve lived a thousand place
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| I’ve looked for life in spaces
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| and empty rooms are all I’ve found
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| The world laid out before me
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| with everything I don’t need
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| Just when I thought I had to place to leave
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| Home is like an island and I’m at sea
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| Trying to pull it out but it’s pulling me
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| I could sail as far as the eye can see
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| Look behind and that island looks back at me
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| No matter how far I go, I can’t leave my home
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| I spend my whole life chasing
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| but nothing’s new and I’m tracing, tracing the lines right through the page
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| Yet I continue fighting
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| My pride is not surviving
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| Just when I thought that no one could save me
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| Home is like an island and I’m at sea
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| Trying to pull it out but it’s pulling me
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| I could sail as far as the eye can see
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| Look behind and that island looks back at me
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| No matter how far I go, I can’t leave my home
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| Home is like an island and I’m at sea
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| Trying to pull it out but it’s pulling me
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| I could sail as far as the eye can see
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| Look behind and that island looks back at me
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| No matter how far I go,
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| No matter how far I go,
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| No matter how far I go,
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| I’m I can’t leave my home |