| Is who you are now who you want to be now
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| Or are you someone you don’t wanna be?
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| Is what you wanted what you really wanted
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| Or is it nothing like you dreamed?
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| Honey, there’s a hole in the life we’ve made
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| With thousands of people laughing in the shade
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| Pointing their fingers at the mess we’ve made
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| There’s a tourist in every heart
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| That just wants to say
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| Winter’s coming and it’s time to go
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| It’s already over, we just didn’t know
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| They’re stacking up wood where the flowers grow
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| There’s a tourist in every heart
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| That can’t wait to go
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| Is who you are now who you want to be now
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| Or are you someone you don’t wanna be?
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| Is what you wanted really what you wanted
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| Or is it nothing like you dreamed?
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| Honey, there’s a boat and it waits for us
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| Somewhere there’s a time and a place for us
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| It could be perfect if it wasn’t for us
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| Cause momma, we’re in love with a memory
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| A perfect dream of how it used to be
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| When our hair was windy and our nights were free
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| There’s a tourist in every heart
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| Sees what it wants to see
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| Is who you are now who you want to be now
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| Or are you someone you don’t wanna be?
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| Is what you wanted really what you wanted
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| Or is it nothing like you dreamed? |