| I have seen many shores
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| I hug the land but nothing more
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| Because I haven’t met you
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| I’ve wined and I’ve dined
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| With every bogus music mogul
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| No sign of you
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| I’ve brushed and I’ve rubbed
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| Pressing pounds excluding charms
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| But never in arms
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| And that’s why home is a question mark
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| Home is some place I dunno
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| Home is a question mark
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| Home is some place I dunno
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| I have been brave
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| Deep in every shaven cave
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| And were you
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| Another film on replay
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| This time, Hell with Guillaume Canet
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| For English me
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| And that’s why home is a question mark
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| Home is some place I dunno
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| Home is a question mark
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| Home is some place I dunno
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| Home, is it just a word?
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| Or is it something you
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| Carry within you?
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| I’m happy just to be here
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| If I ever find home
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| If I ever find home
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| If I ever find home
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| If I get there, would you meet me?
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| Wrap your legs around my face just to greet me
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| If I ever get there, would you meet me?
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| Wrap your legs around my face just to greet me
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| If I ever get there, do you really think I will?
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| Do you really think I will?
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| Do you really think I will?
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| How many times I’ve saved myself |