| «The last place I want to be is home»
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| Is what they all say
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| They say it like they know
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| But every road leads home
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| And every exit takes somewhere I don’t know
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| And every city says it’s burnt itself out
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| Everybody wants to be more than a face in the crowd
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| Pull me out from beneath
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| Concrete paths and fallen leaves
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| You can lay here in the moss
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| Choose to fall in line
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| I’ve been laying in the dark
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| Think I’ll be just fine
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| Pull me out from beneath
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| Wasted time and stressful weeks
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| You can lay here in the moss
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| I will bide my time
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| Cause I’ve been laying in the dark
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| Trying to get things right
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| And it tears me apart
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| How we knew from the start of the year
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| These would be our last days
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| But what makes you think that your ship won’t sink?
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| You can run, but inside it will feel the same
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| Inside it will feel the same
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| Don’t let it keep you awake
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| Don’t let it tear you apart at the seams
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| Pull me out from beneath
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| Concrete paths and fallen leaves
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| You can lay here in the moss
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| Choose to fall in line
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| I’ve been laying in the dark
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| Think I’ll be just fine
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| Pull me out from beneath
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| Wasted time and stressful weeks
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| You can lay here in the moss
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| I will bide my time
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| Cause I’ve been laying in the dark
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| Trying to get things right
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| And you will find a piece of mind underneath the doubt
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| The light will dim and we will grow but it won’t burn out
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| Don’t let the weight on your shoulders drag you down
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| Just let me know the next time you’re back in town |