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I keep saying I want to go home
Even when in my own bedroom
When I'm content,
I just dont know where home would be
I've been in search of the feeling for 4 years,
You know he bought me flowers on valentines day
And he brought them to me at work
I cried but let's be honest I wanted those flowers to die as soon as I touched them
That's why I left them for my grandmother
Shell be able to keep them alive much better than I could
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