| And i can’t explain
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| what it’s like to feel this way
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| afraid everything happens
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| like a story heard a thousand times
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| or a story based on yellow lines
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| and i can’t keep expecting
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| to run back to home
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| as days go by it’s easier to find your niche
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| there’s so many new faces
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| and places to see and be in
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| (oh) i should feel content
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| no matter where i go so i’ll have to accept the fact
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| that i can’t stick to where i’m welcome
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| forget everything you knew about your old life
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| forget everything you thought you knew at all
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| 'cause you will never see your home again
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| you’re stuck where you are
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| as i packed my things i pleaded not to leave
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| and i cried myself to sleep
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| thinking of departing
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| we can’t keep expecting
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| to run back to home
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| (oh) i should feel content
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| no matter where i go so i’ll have to accept the fact
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| that i can’t stick to where i’m welcome
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| forget everything you knew about your old life
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| forget everything you thought you knew at all
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| 'cause you will never see your home again
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| you’re stuck where you are
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| as days go by it’s easier to find your niche
|
| there’s so many new faces
|
| and places to see and be in
|
| (oh) i should feel content
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| no matter where i go so i’ll have to accept the fact
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| that i can’t stick to where i’m welcome
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| forget everything you knew about your old life
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| forget everything you thought you knew at all
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| 'cause you will never see your home again
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| you’re stuck where you are |