| I wrote this song in a damn beat and I’m totally wrong,
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| Staring at a window, me and my mobile phone,
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| Puffing off some indo, feeling so far from home,
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| I don’t know why I’m playing; |
| I’m finally on my own.
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| About fifty-six days, how long have I been gone?
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| But who’s counting I just know, it’s been a little too long.
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| And yeah I’m travelling,
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| I’m packing for my back in my Connecticut,
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| … this is madness, I won’t be happy until I get home!
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| I won’t be happy until I get home!
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| I won’t be happy until I get home!
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| And I missed the moving so fast,
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| I learned to take my time,
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| This world can be hectic; |
| you could be left behind,
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| So, we stress, and let it eat us from inside,
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| You got to get it off your chest and keep it off your mind.
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| Sometimes I wonder when I’ll see 25,
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| Well, I’ll be in three years, hopefully in my time.
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| And yeah I’m travelling,
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| I’m packing for my back in my Connecticut,
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| … this is madness, I won’t be happy until I get home!
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| I won’t be happy until I get home!
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| I won’t be happy until I get home!
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| Check it out!
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| Feels good!
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m right in my rightful way,
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| In the studio night and day,
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| Like… like I’m half my age,
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| And all I need is a mike and a stage,
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| Some would say, I say, I’m sick of these airplanes,
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| Automobiles in these… shit,
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| Maybe I’m right, then again maybe I’m wrong,
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| Another day, another song, fuck I’m taking too long,
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| And guess what happens…
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| I won’t be happy until I get home!
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| I won’t be happy until I get home!
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| I won’t be happy until I get home!
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| I won’t be happy until I get home!
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| Singing in the house,
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| Niggers know I’m around! |