| Some days I’m lonely
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| And some days I’m not
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| Some days I am only
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| A little bit sad, not a lot
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| How do you
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| How do you make a home?
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| What to do?
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| 'Cause I never stay too long
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| Every house looks the same in my dreams
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| Every house feels like home for a couple weeks
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| I’ve been runnin' 'round trying to find a
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| Place where I can breathe
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| But me oh my
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| I found you under an April sky
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| And you feel like
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| City life, apple pie baked just right
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| Home is wherever you are tonight
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| Some days feel empty
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| Some days feel whole
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| Someday we can be in the same city
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| Someday we’ll be grown and I’ll be
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| Fine with packing up
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| Cardboard boxes filled and sad farewells
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| And I’ll be fine with that goodbye
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| As long as I don’t say goodbye to you as well
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| 'Cause every house looks the same in my dreams
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| Every house feels like home for a couple weeks
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| I’ve been runnin' 'round trying to find a
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| Place where I can breathe
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| But me oh my
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| I found you under an April sky
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| And you feel like
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| City life, apple pie baked just right
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| Home is wherever you are tonight
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| Let’s rent a place
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| Two rooms and a window facing
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| Buildings and fire escapes
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| Might be no AC
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| A little bit cramped
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| But see if I’m with you, it’s okay
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| (Mmmmm)
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| Me oh my
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| I found you under an April sky
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| And you feel like
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| City life, apple pie baked just right
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| Home is wherever you are tonight |