| Ever since I was three it was the same old thing
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| Pack up your stuff and get ready to leave
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| Get ready to leave
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| My house on rocks, a sliding mess that
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| Always falls
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| At least my heart is my home
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| I can see the open road
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| My highest highs become my lowest lows
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| And I can see the open road
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| They know I’m coming home
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| But I still see the open road
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| What is this you always taught me mommy
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| «Stay strong down this path my darling»
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| And I guess that’s what I’ve always done
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| I’m here to prove to my family that I mean something
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| I think I’m worth something
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| I’m starting to see that I’m worth something
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| And I can see the open road
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| My highest highs become my lowest lows
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| I can see the open road
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| They already know I’m coming home
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| But I still see the open road
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| Ever since I was three it was the same old thing
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| Pack up my stuff I’m ready to leave (I'm ready to leave)
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| My hearts on hold, for this love Ive always known
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| At least I know I’m home |