| Make sure you call your mother
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| At least once a week
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| Let her know you love her
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| Please tell us that you are finding your feet
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| Years have gone by, I haven’t done it
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| I am sad to have to admit
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| No excuses I’m keen on
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| So I: «Have I been gone for so damn long?»
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| Know if you just leave me alone
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| I’ll always come running home
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| I trip, I stumble over
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| I need a place to recover, a place to rediscover
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| Home is where I want to go
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| Alone, away from my show
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| Oh, I just, I just want to go home
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| Hassle me on life choices
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| A career that you say that I have exploited
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| If it’s okay, I’d rather not play today
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| I don’t want to lose and have to suffer any of your abuse
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| Laugh off bad parenting, you confess
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| But I’m mostly happy and I still love you
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| So I guess that you have passed the test
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| But now I’ve copped a head-high hit
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| I need a place to lie away from
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| The pickle that I might have bit
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| Home is where I want to go
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| Alone, away from my show
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| Oh, I just, I just want to go home
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| Oh, if home is where the heart beats, what is mine doing there?
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| Oh, I’ll have so many new song and place that I cannot wear
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| But the heart wants what the heart needs
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| And it’s a mix you’re not sped up to feel
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| And I would dream to run around the streets
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| I’ve pieced in my parents' home |