| I felt just like a traveler as I went walking up my street
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| Every building so familiar but it’s like I never seen em
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| There’s the same rows of houses, row on row
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| I felt just like a stranger as I set my key in the door, and lingered
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| Standing there on the porch
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| Little flecks on the brick, where the paint did not stick, I never could paint
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| in the lines
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| I felt just like a tourist, seeing it all for the first time
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| Like a guest
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| Unsure of what I might find
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| I set down my boots where he would hang up his suits and I brushed the snow
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| from my coat, to the skin I was soaked
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| I felt just like a traveller, my eyes open wide
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| Like a stranger, uncertain and shy
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| Everybody’s so well meaning, everybody’s been so kind
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| Called to see if I been eating, wondered when to come by
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| You should have called somebody before it ever came to this
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| You should have called somebody
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| I wish… I wish you’d called me |