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There's times I want to walk away. |
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I've been searching every day for somewhere to call home. |
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I'm picking up the pieces from where I left off. |
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They say home is where the heart is, |
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but where's my heart this time? |
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I thought this would be the last time, |
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but I can't stop changing my mind. |
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Where do I belong? |
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Have you heard this all before? |
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Can you hear my voice |
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or am I missing yours? |
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The worst thing I have left is, |
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is that I'm somewhere with someone and I don't belong |
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because no better how much I convince myself. |
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I know my actions and thoughts are wrong. |
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Where do I belong? |
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Have you heard this all before? |
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Can you hear my voice or am I missing yours? |
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Calm down so I can breathe you in. |