| Roam, the phone is where I live 'til I get home
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| And when the doorbell rings you tell me that I have a key
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| I ask you, how you know it’s me
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| The road, no road without a turn and if there was
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| The road would be too long
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| What keeps us standing in this view
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| Is the view that we can be brand new
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| The landlady takes me up in the air
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| I go, I go where I would not dare
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| The landlady shows me the stars up there
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| I’m weightless, weightless when she is there
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| And I’ll never know, never know what starving poets meant
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| 'Cause when I was broke, it was you that always paid the rent
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| Space, her place is where I found my parking space
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| And when I’m losing ground, you know she gives it back to me
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| She whispers «don't do, just be»
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| The landlady takes me up in the air
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| I go, I go where I would not dare
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| The landlady shows me the stars up there
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| I’m weightless, weightless when she is there
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| And I’ll never know, never know what starving poets meant
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| 'Cause when I was broke, it was you that always paid the rent
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| Every wave that broke me
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| Every song that wrote me
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| Every dawn that woke me
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| Was to get me home to you, see
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| Every soul that left me
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| Every heart that kept me
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| The strangers that protected me
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| To bring me back to you
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| Every magic potion
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| Every false emotion
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| How unswerving our devotion
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| To the lies we know are almost true
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| Every sweet confusion
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| Every grand illusion
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| I will win and call it losing
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| If the prize is not for you |