You say "Life's too fast"
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You see the bus at last.
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You smoke the weed, though it's your last,
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You laugh!
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"Too cold" you say. Another foggy day.
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Your shirt's tucked in to stop the wind from numbing you again.
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You say you're gonna leave this place,
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Tired of the race, You just want a break.
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And no one's left around,
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Within a week you're bound to find what's real.
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So you split home to find out the rest of the world's slowed down,
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You turn around.
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Start back home to find that what you left behind was always right
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You know it sure feels good to be back home.
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Why I ever left I still don't know.
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I missed this place, this stomping ground, my home.
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Got so that I even miss the cold.
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You know it sure feels good to be back home.
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Oh, why I ever left I still don't know.
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I missed this place, this stomping ground, my home.
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Got so that I even miss the cold.
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Coming Home
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