| Eyes fixed on the door
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| The handle cold and steady
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| Your mind’s made up, your things are packed
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| For a long time you’ve been ready
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| Hours pass, the days grow long
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| The night seems like a lifetime
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| Your eyes in tears, your feet of stone
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| You’re a stranger in your own home
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| Your own home, your own home, your own home
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| Take it all back — you had it but it’s gone
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| Take it all back — you knew yourself before
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| The life you once led
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| Ain’t coming back no more
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| A stranger calls the shots
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| And you walk out the door
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| A thousand miles, a thousand stones
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| A weary cast, a fraction
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| A truth untold, a life on hold
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| You’re a stranger in your own home
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| Your own home, your own home, your own home
|
| Take it all back — you had it but it’s gone
|
| Take it all back — you knew yourself before
|
| The life you once led
|
| Ain’t coming back no more
|
| A stranger calls the shots
|
| And you walk out the door
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| Take it all back and never
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| Be a stranger, stranger
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| Take it all back and never
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| Be a stranger, stranger
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| Take it all back and never
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| Be a stranger, stranger
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| Take it all back and never
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| Be a stranger, stranger
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| Take it all back and never
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| Be a stranger, stranger
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| Take it all back and never
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| Be a stranger, stranger
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| Take it all back and never
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| Be a stranger, stranger
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| Take it all back and never
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| Be a stranger, stranger |