| Nothing round here seems familiar
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| I wish I could be home again
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| All I have left are the memories
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| And those always come to an end
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| But my bed isn’t far behind
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| It’s right where I left it last
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| If I had one wish I would book me a ticket
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| And a plane to take me back
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| Homesick lullaby
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| You always know how to make me cry
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| Till I’m back where I belong
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| I’ll be singing the same old song
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| My homesick lullaby
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| I’m thinking about all the good times
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| But the memories seem so far away
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| I gotta get out of this madness
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| To my own paradise hideaway
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| But my bed isn’t far behind
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| It’s right where I left it last
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| If I close my eyes and I dream how it looks
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| At least my mind can go back
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| Homesick lullaby
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| You always know how to make me cry
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| Till I’m back where I belong
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| I’ll be singing the same old song
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| My homesick lullaby
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| I wish that I could explain it
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| The feeling that comes with home
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| You know what it is once you left it
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| Now I’m dreaming that I can go
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| Homesick lullaby
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| You always know how to make me cry-cry-cry
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| Till I’m back where I belong
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| I’ll be singing the same old song
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| My homesick lullaby
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh, hmm-mmh |