1, 2, 3, 4
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You remind me of home
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The paint cracks when the water leaks
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From the rusty pipes that are just beneath my feet
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You remind me of home
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The heaters warm, that fills the room
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With a of potpouri of dust and gas fumes
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You remind me of home
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A broken bed, with dirty sheets
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That creaks when i am shifting in my sleep
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You remind me of home
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In a suburban town, with nothing to do
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Patiently waiting for something to happen
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But the foundation is crumbling
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Becoming one with the ground
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While you lay there in slumber
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You're wasting your life
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Wasting your life
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You're wasting your life
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Wasting your life
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You're wasting you're life
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Wasting your life
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You're wasting your life
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Wasting your life
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Wasting your life
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You remind me of home, sitting on a thrift store couch
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I'm trying to get this all down
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You Remind Me Of Home
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| Benjamin Gibbard |
