| Let’s go back in time
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| To when you were lying by my side
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| There in that dingy hotel room
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| Smelling of smoke and cheap perfume
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| Where you would go out for a cigar
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| While I was there tuning my guitar
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| And you’d come and see me as I play
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| Later we’d drink the night away
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| For all the places I have been
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| And all the people I have seen
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| Only with you it felt like home
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| Like I was not here all alone
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| But still the lights were shining bright
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| The bus was right on time
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| And I had to go
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| That was long ago
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| Sometimes when the things are moving slow
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| I wonder if you still think of me
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| Of where I am and how I’ve been
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| Am I in England or Japan?
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| Am I being good or being bad?
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| I could be boarding on a plane
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| I could be wasting life away
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| For all the places I have been
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| And all the people I have seen
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| Only with you it felt like home
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| Like I was not here all alone
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| But still the lights are shining bright
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| The bus is right on time
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| And I have to go |