| Damn girl where your life go, ain’t seen you since the snot nose
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| Saw you in that penthouse, I ain’t talking top floor
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| Confused about your baby daddy showing up on talk shows
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| Now you’re dropping low to cop diapers up at Costco
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| Where the vision at, where the hell that spark go
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| Turned into a bar fly, became another bar code
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| You ain’t a d-cup, that ain’t your real hair
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| Under all that makeup, I know that you’re still there
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| That take charge, race car driven girl I knew
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| All them crazy love songs I wrote, I refer to you
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| I would spend hours thinking 'bout the right words to use
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| Now I’ve got fans around the world that have heard of you
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| Bet you ain’t even know your name’s famous huh
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| I’ve mentioned you in interviews like a shameless plug
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| Let the rain pour and the mascara run
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| Home is where the heart is, run away to where you’re from
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| Run, run home girl
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| You never knew the world could be so cold
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| Home is where the heart is, back to where we started
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| Girl where we had more highs than lows
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| Yeah, I said run, run home girl
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| I never ever wanna see you alone
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| You been gone a while now, You’ve been trying to wile out
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| Girl now it’s time for you to come on home
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| I said I’d take care of you, since we were in grade school
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| Written in that valentines card that I gave you
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| You were misbehaved, go to raves, always date dudes
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| I was paying dues, laying vocals down on pro tools
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| We went on different paths, while you were getting trashed
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| I was getting cash, kicking ass on a different class
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| Now I’m trying to take you places that you ain’t seen
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| The type of places that you’ve only seen in daydreams
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| Yeah that travel life, camera lights, fancy rides
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| VIP treatment, we ain’t ever got to stand in line
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| I know this ain’t the type of lifestyle you’re used to
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| But I swear you’ve done this shit before, it suits you
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| We all make mistakes, especially when you’re very young
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| That step towards being grown is a scary one
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| It’s just you and me don’t worry about anyone
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| Home is where the heart is
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| Run away to where you’re from |