| Sittin' here on my own
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| Even though there’s no space in this bar
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| I can hear everyone
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| Talking 'bout how cool they think they are
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| And I used to think it’s cool to fit in
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| But now I know how I’ve grown
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| I’m going' home, yeah
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| When you feel outta place
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| Small and insignificant
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| Standing in a crowded space
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| Just know you’re not alone
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| All the roads you wander lead you home
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| Doesn’t matter where you go
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| You’re not alone
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| Getting tired of the fake
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| Of the way we tell ourselves to be
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| Imma try, try to make
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| Make the most of every breath I breathe
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| 'Cause I used to feel confused by the real
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| But now I know how I’ve grown
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| I’m goin' home, yeah
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| When you feel outta place
|
| Small and insignificant
|
| Standing in a crowded space
|
| Just know you’re not alone
|
| All the roads you wander lead you home
|
| Doesn’t matter where you go
|
| You’re not alone
|
| You’re not alone
|
| When you feel outta place
|
| Small and insignificant
|
| Standing in a crowded space
|
| Just know you’re not alone
|
| All the roads you wander lead you home
|
| Doesn’t matter where you go
|
| You’re not alone
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| You’re not alone
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| You’re not alone
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| You’re not alone |