| Comin' home used to feel so good
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| I’m a stranger now in my neighborhood
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| I’ve seen the world at a faster pace
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| And I’m comin' now from a different place
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| Though I may look the same way to you
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| Underneath there is somebody new
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| I am not the boy next door
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| I don’t belong like I did before
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| Nothin' ever seems like it used to be
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| You can have your dreams, but you can’t have me
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| I can’t go back there anymore
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| 'Cause I am not the boy next door
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| You’ve been savin' all souvenirs
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| Faded photographs from my foolish years
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| We made plans, but they’re wearin' thin
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| And they won’t work out 'cause I don’t fit in
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| And those memories will just weigh me down
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| 'Cause I got no place to keep 'em uptown
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| I am not the boy next door
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| I don’t belong like I did before
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| Nothin' ever seems like it used to be
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| You can have your dreams, but you can’t have me
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| I can’t go back there anymore
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| 'Cause I am not the boy next door
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| And I’m sorry for just bein' me
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| But if you’d look past the past you could see
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| That
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| I am not the boy next door
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| I don’t belong like I did before
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| Nothin' ever seems like it used to be
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| You can have your dreams, but you can’t have me
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| I can’t go back there anymore
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| 'Cause I am not, I am not, I am not the boy next door |