| I see the sun skipping off the Great Lakes
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| My ears are popping and my feet quake
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| I want to write my own history
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| It’s exciting when we chase a mystery
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| So I head to the Sheraton
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| Skyscrapers shimmering in the sun
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| I walk on through the revolving door
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| I don’t know why I think that I need more
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| It’s just some love story shit
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| But I just wanna see you on Sunday
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| Oh it’s just some love story shit
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| Oh wait for me to get back
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| There’s something telling me that
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| You’re the place I know I wanna go
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| You’re the place to call home
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| I’m sat on a porch in Koreatown
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| Between The Piston and The Night Owl
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| It’s like I’m in a world of my own
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| One that day after day I feel that I’ve outgrown
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| I see cars supporting the Bills
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| Tell myself that I like to seek thrills
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| But everything is passing me by
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| And there’s a creeping cold in a May night
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| It’s just some love story shit
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| But I just wanna see you on Sunday
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| Oh it’s just some love story shit
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| Oh wait for me to get back
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| There’s something telling me that
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| You’re the place I know I wanna go
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| You’re the place to call home
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| If only I’d known that you’d wait for me to get back
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| There’s something telling me that
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| You’re the place I know I wanna go
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| You’re the place to call home
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| It’s just some love story shit
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| Oh it’s just some love story shit
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| It’s just some love story shit
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| Oh it’s just some love story shit
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| Oh wait for me to get back
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| (It's just some love story shit)
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| There’s something telling me that
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| You’re the place I know I wanna go
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| (Oh it’s just some love story shit)
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| You’re the place to call home
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| Oh wait for me to get back
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| (It's just some love story shit)
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| There’s something telling me that
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| You’re the place I know I wanna go
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| (Oh it’s just some love story shit)
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| You’re the place to call home |