| There’s a place down on Tenth Street
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| Where I can go to rest my head
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| As I sit by the window
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| The city sleeps, I am home
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| It’s another day, I’ll spend forgiving
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| And another night, I wish I could get back
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| So if you’ll sit and stay and talk with me awhile
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| I’ll tell you to hold on to this scene as it passes us by
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| 'Cause all of the days I wished for
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| Something just to begin
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| Standing out
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| On top as the Philadelphia skyline caves in
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| Looking out from above
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| I’ll tell you what I really do love
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| I’ll let you know
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| When I’m coming home
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| (When I’m coming home)
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| 'Cause every little thing that you said
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| I wish you could take back
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| Maybe the next time remember
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| Come December I won’t be home
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| 'Cause I will be out on the road
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| To let you know, maybe one day
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| We can live with this and grow
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| 'Cause you know
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| Philadelphia makes me feel home
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| We can all relate to misunderstandings
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| We’re understanding now
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| With all the time it took for us to figure it out
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| Why can’t you see?
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| All of the days I wished for
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| Something just to begin
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| Standing out
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| On top as the Philadelphia skyline caves in
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| Looking out, from above
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| I’ll tell you what I really do love
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| I’ll let you know
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| Philadelphia makes me feel home
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| Every little thing that you said
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| I wish you could take back
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| Maybe the next time remember
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| Come December, I won’t be home |