| The tree in the front of the yard
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| Is starting to grow
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| Now that we’ve trimmed away the leaves
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| Now, look at it go
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| And that’s just how I feel
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| Now that we’ve started to reveal
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| All the things I thought I lost
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| And the hard time I concealed
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| And that’s just how I know
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| I felt that solar glow
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| I felt that bitter cold
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| I know
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| I’m not going home
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| Sometimes you just wouldn’t dare
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| Sometimes you can’t go home
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| Sometimes you’re already there
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| When I look at you, I’m there
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| The blood pooled in my legs is starting to flow
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| Now that you came along
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| And made what was so broken whole
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| But I still feel sick
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| In this place that I have built
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| And maybe it’s not real, man
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| This is how I feel
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| And if it just gets worst
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| Yeah, if I never heal
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| Well, those are just the breaks, man
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| 'Cause I’m not going home
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| And I don’t fucking care
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| Sometimes you can’t go home
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| Sometimes you’re already there
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| And I look at you, I’m there
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| Yeah, I’m there
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| When I look at you, I’m there
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| Yeah, I’m there
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| Oh, my god
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| Oh, my god
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| I’m not going home
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| No, I’m already there
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| I’m not going home
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| Well, I’m already there
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| No, I’m not going home
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| No, I’m already there
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| No, I’m not going home
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| No, no, no |