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Another round of interviews |
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Another pointless party |
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I really should be getting home |
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They say that's where the heart is |
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The taxi driver asks me |
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Where I'd like to go |
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And suddenly I'm unsure |
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Suddenly I just don't know |
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Where do I call home |
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It's where the heart is |
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Yes, I've had a good life |
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But still I can't help wondering |
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If I'd gone a different road |
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What would have become of me |
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In another universe |
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Am I still living there |
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A bored suburban house-wife |
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Slowly tearing out her hair |
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Who can't escape her home |
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It's where the heart is |
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A certain taste of liquorice |
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The sound of jackdaws in the trees |
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The smell of silver polish |
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Walking dormant memories |
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Why now after all this time |
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Is it flooding back to me |
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No one said, "come back to me |
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Back where you belong |
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It's time that you came home" |
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It's where the heart is |
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Skipping ropes and pipe-smoke |
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Church bells on a Sunday |
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Marmalade on cold toast |
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Endless summer holidays |
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The hay-rides in the trailor |
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The mad dash for the sea |
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The bitter taste of failure |
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The thrill of victory |
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I never will be home |
