Inside, it's so peculiar,
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everything feels so frozen and overgrown.
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I've seen ten thousand faces,
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but they'll never be the ones I've always known.
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And nothing feels the same when you're alone.
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No one knows how bad you've got it.
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Far away and long forgotten.
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No one knows that the roads seem cold wherever I go.
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I know that I'm old and alone until the day I come back home.
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Outside my breath is smoke
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as everyone waves goodbye to me on their way home.
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I smile like a best friend might,
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but I'll never be the one they think they know.
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And nothing feels the same when you're alone.
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Wide of the mark. It makes me sad.
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But grief like this is healthy
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when you've had the dreams I've had.
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No one knows how bad you've got it.
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Far away, but not forgotten.
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And the roads seem cold wherever I go.
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I know that the roads aren't cold back home.
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I know they're gold.
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I'm someone different now.
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Homesick
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Inspection 12 |