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Homes Not Home

In a high-rise in New York city, looking out over Central Park
Nursing a fifth of bourbon, staring out in the dark
Spent a week in Paris, never been so lonely in all my days
A month in London, and I missed the back home ways

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Went out to see the world, and everywhere I'd roam
Realized I was just a midwestern boy, wishing he could go home
But things never stay how you remember them, everything changes with time
People who never leave their home, never seem to mind

Home must've packed it's bags about the same time as me
Tried to go back there, but there was nothing left to see
All the places I knew and loved must've taken the midnight train...
And I wish I could go back in time, to enjoy them all again

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Written by TimWombles
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