can you see me
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frequenting motel-rooms
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like you want me to
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been on the road
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for far too long
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i know what dust tastes like
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someone said
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home is where the heart is
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well i wanna know
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where to find this place
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cause nothing seems familiar
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since you've walked away
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so, please wait for me
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i might be back late
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cos i've forgotten my way home
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please stay awake
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and turn on the lights
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this boy feels so alone
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another bottle of wine
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sings me to sleep
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when i sing my blues
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i know i'm keeping
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bad company
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but who cares anyway
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homeward-bound
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losing ground
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a thousand miles away
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(but who cares anyway)
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i hate my suitcase life
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though i know it's right
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Suitcase Life
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Donots |