| Twenty thousand missed calls on my phone
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| Knocking on my door but I’m not home
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| I’ve been thinking, been frustrated all along
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| Trying to fit into a place I’ve never known
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| I spent a hundred and fifty dollars on that dream
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| Then I finally found some space where I could see
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| I’m not interested in what they think I need
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| My only medicine is singing by the sea
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| It’s all I know
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| It’s all I know
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| All these faces and all these changes
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| But where do I go now
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| I need that ocean, that devotion
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| To help me figure out
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| Where I wanna be
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| Five years from now
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| I’ve seen punk and pop and indie, all it means
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| Is that the generations can’t come to agree
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| But I know I won’t be bothered that scene
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| As long as country brings me back to seventeen
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| But it’s all they know
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| It’s all they know
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| All these faces and all these changes
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| But where do I go now
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| I need that ocean, that devotion
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| To help me figure out
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| Where I wanna be
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| Five years from now
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| Where do I go
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| When there’s no place like home
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| Where do I go
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| I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
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| All these faces and all these changes
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| But where do I go now
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| I need that ocean, that devotion
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| To help me figure out
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| All these faces and all these changes
|
| But where do I go now
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| I need that ocean, that devotion
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| To help me figure out
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| Where I wanna be
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| Five years from now — whoa, whoa
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| Where I wanna be
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| Five years from now |