| Strange faces, unfamiliar places
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| I feel so alone
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| I wonder am I really home?
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| Memories of old lovers
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| One stands out above all the others
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| Am I in the twilight zone or is this really home?
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| Days turned to weeks, weeks turned into months
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| Months turned into years, and now I’m back at number one
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| Where I started from, all my friends are gone
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| It doesn’t look like home
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| Is this the old cemetery, where I first
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| Made love to Mary
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| It seems so very small
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| Could it be home after all?
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| That was once my hangout is a parking lot now
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| Is this my old neighborhood or a combat zone?
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| Is this really, really really home?
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| Life has been a stage of continuous plays so many dress rehearsals
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| Caught up in a haze of my yesterday’s
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| A nostalgic maze has it brought me home to Strange faces, unfamiliar places
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| I feel so alone
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| I wonder am I really home?
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| Memories of old lovers
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| One stands out above all the others
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| Am I in the twilight zone or is this really really home?
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| Where are all my friends now?
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| I’ve got fine the answer somehow
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| And now nobody anywhere
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| Is there someone out there? |