| I like it better when I’m alone
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| But not like this
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| I like it when it’s a choice
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| And not a prior commitment
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| 'Cause all the time and the distance
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| Has got me feeling like a kid
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| And I wanna take the next flight home
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| But I’ll be back for the summer
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| Where my Momma moved all my things
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| To the room by the front door
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| 'Cause it was smaller and empty
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| I’ll be back for the summer
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| New number and a couple other friends
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| That I don’t talk to anymore
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| 'Cause the talk is smaller and empty
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| And I’m feeling like I’m sleeping
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| In the middle of the ocean
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| It’s the closest I can be
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| To you and them and me
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| 'Cause to be everywhere is nowhere
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| And I’m caught there in-between
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| It’s the closest I can be simultaneously
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| How many of us are in The Pacific?
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| How many lovers drowned in their ambition?
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| 'Cause baby it felt like a minute
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| And I know change is slow
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| But all my friends are different now
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| How long have I been gone?
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| I left you stateside
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| Call you after midnight
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| You can make me feel right (feel right)
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| When the seas get rough
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| We’ll dream of a timeline
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| When I got my money right
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| And we don’t have to worry 'bout
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| A long haul flight (alright)
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| When the times get tough
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| And I’m feeling like I’m sleeping
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| In the middle of the ocean
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| It’s the closest I can be
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| To you and them and me
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| 'Cause to be everywhere is nowhere
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| And I’m caught there in-between
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| It’s the closest I can be simultaneously
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| (I'm homesick but I don’t know
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| I don’t know where home is)
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| How many of us are in The Pacific?
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| How many nights will I lie under a different sky
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| Wishing you were under mine?
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| How many souls are lost to The Pacific?
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| How many sleepless nights does it elicit?
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| I’m just trynna keep my head up, up above
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| Above The Pacific
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| (I'm homesick but I don’t know where home is) |