| Broken bottles on the ground
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| Telling me to calm down
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| I don’t wanna calm down
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| The sun is banging the door
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| It’s telling me to go home
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| I don’t wanna go home
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| I don’t know where I belong
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| Now my reflection is a stranger tagging along
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| And it’s been so long since I felt home
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| Now every option is a new way that I’ll go wrong
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| I’m running in a dream
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| It’s time to take a new turn, new streets
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| Sparks flying through the weeds
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| It’s time to make a new life with new seeds
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| Counting seconds in the day
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| Can make anything change
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| Can make anything stay
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| And I’ve been drifting around
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| Getting lost and getting found
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| Wish I could’ve turned around
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| I don’t know where I belong
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| Now my reflection is a stranger tagging along
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| And it’s been so long since I felt home
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| Now every option is a new way that I’ll go wrong
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| I’m running in a dream
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| It’s time to take a new turn, new streets
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| Sparks flying through the weeds
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| It’s time to make a new life with new seeds
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| I don’t know where I belong
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| Now my reflection is a stranger tagging along
|
| And it’s been so long since I felt home
|
| Now every option is a new way that I’ll go wrong
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| I’m running in a dream
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| It’s time to take a new turn, new streets
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| Sparks flying through the weeds
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| It’s time to make a new life with new seeds |