| This is a long way from home
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| But I don’t feel love
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| This is a long way from home
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| I’m desperate to get high, desperate to be on my own
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| This is a long, long road
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| But I don’t feel love
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| This is a long way from home
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| I’m desperate to get high, desperate to be on my own
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| If this is a test of me maybe the best of me is wrong
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| If this is a lesson then God knows I’ve been here before
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| And I don’t feel like this is wrong
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| But it’s burning a hole, inside of this soul
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| And I don’t feel like this is wrong
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| But it’s burning a hole, inside of this soul
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| These days of ours go by, go by
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| And it makes you wanna cry boy, cry boy cry
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| And all those years go by, go by
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| And it breaks your heart, and cry boy, and cry boy cry
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| Cause this is all the same, every time
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| And this’ll wear you down till it hurts you every time
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| And this’ll break your heart till it hurts you every time
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| So I say put down those bags, and I always cry boy, cry boy cry
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| Cause it’s all the same, every time
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| And it just hurts me, and it hurts me every time
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| And this’ll break your heart cause it hurts you every time
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| So won’t you put down those bags and I always cry boy, cry boy cry |