| Every time I come back home
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| I get this feeling I’m alone
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| Yet all the streets are all the same
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| And all my friends still know my name
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| I wonder when I’m at my door
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| Will this key work anymore?
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| Does someone else now live inside
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| And think the former tenant died?
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| I don’t know if I’ll be back this time
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| Sometimes I wish that it were cold
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| And I had someone warm to hold
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| To watch the clouds move through the skies
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| To keep my feelings occupied
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| I never thought I’d want to leave
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| I thought I had all that I’d need
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| Yet my apartment feels so small
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| When I come home, and no one’s called
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| I don’t know if I’ll be back this time
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| I don’t know if I’ll be back
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| This time I might just stay here with you |