| Stuff don’t ever last long
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| Fallen, but I’m too strong
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| To pick up my feet, walk through this heat
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| And find some race in you
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| Timeless, I felt alone
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| But every time I’m pushing stone
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| Can’t you see the pattern?
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| Chasing some balance to find a place called home
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| To find a place called home
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| Called home
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| Stuff don’t ever last long
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| Feeling like I’ve gone wrong
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| Show my emotion, loving more open
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| To find some escape in you
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| Every time I’m hit strong
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| Showing that my pride’s gone
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| Fight for devotion in an ocean
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| To find a place called home
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| To find a place called home
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| Called home
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| We find a place that we can call our own
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| We seek a place that we can call our own
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| We find a place that we can call our own
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| We seek a place that we can call our own
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| To find a place called home
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| Called home
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| We find a place that we can call our own
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| We see a place that we can call our own
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| We find a place that we can call our own
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| We see a place that we can call our own |