| Sitting in a foriegn setting
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| Bands in backgrounds always play
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| Their phoney lonely cacaphony
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| It didn’t have to be this way
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| Some place alone, yeah yeah
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| And no one known, yeah yeah
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| So far from home here, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
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| Oohh oohhh, ooohh
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| I really didn’t choose to leave you
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| To tear myself away so long
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| To travel and unravel all the fabric we’d sewn
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| So now something’s wrong
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| And the world we used to know has gone
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| Some place alone, yeah yeah
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| And no one known, yeah yeah
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| So far from home here, yeah yeah
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| Years of awkward confrontation
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| I’d like to set your mind at ease
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| But stuck here in these muddled ages
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| I find the words won’t please
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| Where could we dwell
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| Within our past alive and well
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| Escape from all that’s hard to bear
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| To where the child that you were creeps near, without fear
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| Scary things aren’t always clear
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| To hide in fiction and nostalgia can be eerie too
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| You cannot drive and stare rearview
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| Oohh oohhh, ooohh
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| Some place alone, yeah yeah
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| And no one known, yeah yeah
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| So far from home here, yeah yeah, yeah yeah |