| Lying awake, did it again for Christ's sake
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| Shoulda told her to go, and I know it
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| But she tasted like home
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| Yeah, she tasted like home
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| I did what I did, can't say "hey man, I'm just a kid."
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| Saw the lie in my eyes, couldn't hide it
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| Cause she tasted like home
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| Yeah, she tasted like home
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| Oh
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| Well, home ain't what I'd call it
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| When I'm the only ghost walkin' through the hallways
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| The pain gets so much clearer
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| When the one to blame is standing in the mirror
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| This fool, this liar
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| Lit a match and set his life on fire
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| I guess I'd rather be alone, in a house that's not a home
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| The pain in my heart's 'cause we're a thousand miles apart
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| I've got no one to blame for the shame
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| 'Cause she's waiting back home
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| I hope she's waiting back home
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| Stupid to think that I could blame it on the drink
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| Now I'm trying to stall, making calls to someone back home
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| I hope there's someone back home
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| Oh
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| Well, home ain't what I'd call it
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| When I'm the only ghost walkin' through the hallways
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| The pain gets so much clearer
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| When the one to blame is standing in the mirror
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| This fool, this liar
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| Lit a match and set his life on fire
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| I guess I'd rather be alone, in a house that's not a home
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| I walk through the door and there's no light on anymore
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| Must have known all along I was wrong
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| Cause there's no one at home
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| No one's waiting back home
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| Well, home ain't what I'd call it
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| When I'm the only ghost walkin' through the hallways
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| The pain gets so much clearer
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| When the one to blame is standing in the mirror
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| This fool, this liar
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| Lit a match and set his life on fire
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| I guess I'd rather be alone, in a house that's not a home |