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This old home |
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Won't let me out |
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People come and |
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Some children leave |
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This hole is deepening |
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It's going to swallow me |
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I'm just like |
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Just like the mics |
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The plot's the same as |
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The same as mine |
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Tearing down this house |
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One piece at a time |
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Where there is nothing left |
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But small town charm |
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There's really nothing left |
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And it seems so far |
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Dust gathers round us |
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This house was built to fall |
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I'll be your compass |
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If you'll be my wrecking back |
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Come back home... |
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Come back home... |
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Come back home... |
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Come back home... |
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Come back home... |
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Come back home... |
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Come back home... |
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Come back home... |
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(I'll never go) |
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Come back home... |
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(I'll never go) |
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Come back home... |
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(I'll never go) |
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Come back home... |
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(back home) |
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Come back home... |
