| I woke and walked the streets of my home
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| To breathe the air that I used to know
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| We thought the world would just fall at our feet
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| So careless in youth. |
| Is this the place that I’ve grown to be?
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| Taller than I was, my heart with broken valves and battle scars
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| A little worse for wear at the seams
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| I’ve fallen down a hundred times, a hundred more await in line
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| To take a piece of me
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| All I know is days have come and gone
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| And I still belong, still belong
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| With the wind I go, return again when I get in
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| I still feel home, still feel home
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| Home, whoa
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| Longer nights held better stories
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| Ignore all words of warning
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| Threw caution to the wind
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| As the wind threw me aside
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| It told me, heed my words of warning
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| Through better days and storms
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| I’ll be here to put you down
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| And I’ll do it as I decide
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| All I know is days have come and gone
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| And I still belong, still belong
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| With the wind I go, return again when I get in
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| I still feel home, still feel home
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| All I know is days have come and gone
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| And I still belong, still belong
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| All I know is days have come and gone
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| And I still belong, still belong
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| With the wind I go, return again when I get in
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| I still feel home, still feel home
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| Home, whoa |