| Home to sweet home, it just occured to me
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| To be on my own, in search of bitter treats
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| I get so removed but you never notice it
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| Step in my shoes, you’ll see that I don’t fit
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| I walk home, the wrong way, hoping I’ll go astray
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| I’d like to be a missing person
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| Eyes open wide, but all I see is black
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| You thought I was alright just wait til you get back
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| There’ll be no-one home
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| And they’ll stay up all night
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| Everyone I know, I’m wishing you goodnight
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| I walk home, the wrong way, hoping I’ll go astray
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| I’d like to be a missing person
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| I wander the highways, asleep in your doorways
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| I’m wanted but I’m a missing person
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| Missing Person
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| And I fly by night, fighting to get away
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| On the neon lights I slip down alley ways
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| Only safe and sound when silence brings a chill
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| Now my back is turned, I know I can’t stand still
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| I walk home the wrong way, this time I’ll go astray
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| I like to be a missing person
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| I wander the highways, asleep in your doorways
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| I’m wanted but I’m a missing person
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| Missing person, missing person, missing person… |