| Disappeared, lost and jaded
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| Eyes heavy, straining
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| About time I made my way back home
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| This god-damned state is sinking
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| It’s got its style but I’m nothing without my coast
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| I can feel my city glistening
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| I miss her breeze and the way she caressed my lips
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| Stay right there, I’m not waiting
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| I’m coming back
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| Yeah, I’m coming back home
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| What’s the use in hiding when you’re down?
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| Pick yourself off the ground
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| What’s the use in hiding when you’re down?
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| Pick yourself off the ground
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| What’s the use in hiding when you’re down?
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| Pick yourself off the ground
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| What’s the use in hiding when you’re down?
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| Pick yourself off the ground
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| Disappeared, lost and jaded
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| My whole body’s singing
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| About time I made my way back home
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| I can see my city glistening
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| And I am nothing without her skin
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| Her diamond skin
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| What’s the use in hiding when you’re down?
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| Pick yourself off the ground
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| What’s the use in hiding when you’re down?
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| Pick yourself off the ground |