| You can’t make history if you’re stuck at home
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| As much as I wanna be
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| Stability comforts me
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| But I constantly rebel against myself
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| Pushing for what makes me feel uneasy
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| The lines light up like white stars on a black night
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| So homesick I might throw up
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| Fill my empty chair with your friends
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| Because I can’t tell where this begins or ends
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| And now I can finally see
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| How this has become a part of me
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| But I’ll be back, mama
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| I promise to come back soon
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| I’m feeling homesick
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| And I miss you too, oh
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| Losing track of how I’m feeling now
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| Try to keep my head up in the clouds
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| I promise to come back soon, oh
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| I’m coming home
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| I know I’m way too young to worry like this
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| Still writing my memories
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| Still in my same old diary
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| So that when I’m old I can look back and say
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| What it all meant to me
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| To finally feel like I’m free
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| But I’ll be back, mama
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| I promise to come back soon
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| I’m feeling homesick
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| And I miss you too, oh
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| Losing track of how I’m feeling now
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| Try to keep my head up in the clouds
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| I promise to come back soon, oh
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| I’m coming home
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| Oh, whoa
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| I’m coming home
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| I wanna make history
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| But I’m stuck at home
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| And I don’t wanna be
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| As much as it comforts me
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| I promise to come back soon
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| I’m feeling homesick
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| And I miss you too, oh
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| Losing track of how I’m feeling now
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| Try to keep my head up in the clouds
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| I promise to come back soon, oh
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| I’m coming home
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| Oh, whoa
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| I’m coming home
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| I’m coming home |