| Well when you’re with your friends,
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| But you’re lonely,
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| You smile a smile that’s not your own,
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| When comfort comes from a strangers arms,
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| Miles away from home,
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| And you close your eyes to feel a darkness,
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| You dream of love you have known,
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| But you wake up instead,
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| In a strangers bed,
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| Miles away from home,
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| Though you’re in a house,
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| Don’t mean its a home,
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| Though you’re in a crowd,
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| Doesn’t mean you’re not alone,
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| Doesn’t mean you’re not alone,
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| And though he wraps you in wool,
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| You’re still freezing,
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| It’s been a while since you’ve been warm,
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| Cos you’re making false starts,
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| With a strangers heart,
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| Miles away from home
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| Though he’s on your skin,
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| Doesn’t mean he’s in your blood,
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| Though you let him in,
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| Doesn’t mean you’re making love,
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| Doesn’t mean you’re making love
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| Cos you’re not in love
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| Cos you know my house will always be your home,
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| You know my heart is yours and yours alone,
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| Is yours and yours alone,
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| You know my house will always be your homes,
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| You know my heart is yours and yours alone,
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| Is yours and yours alone. |