| This is not my street
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| This is not my house
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| That is not my bed
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| This is not my town
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| Another day, another night
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| Another night, another day
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| I wanna go home
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| I can’t find the way
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| The levee broke, the water came
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| Went all the way up to my roof
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| I crawled up there and cried
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| What else could I do?
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| Another day, another night
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| Another night, another day
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| I wanna go home
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| I can’t find the way
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| A boat brought me to I-10
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| I sat there three days, maybe four
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| Thousands stranded on the interstate
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| Every hour, boats brought more
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| Another day, another night
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| Another night, another day
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| We wanna go home
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| We can’t find the way
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| With nothing but our dreams
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| And memories of who we’ve been
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| Scattered forth like seeds
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| At the mercy of the wind
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| Another day, another night
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| Another night, another day
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| We wanna go home
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| We can’t find the way
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| Another day, another night
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| Another night, another day
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| We wanna go home
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| We can’t find the way
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| We wanna go home
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| We can’t find the way |