I think I've outgrown my home
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I'm kinda feeling lost wherever I go
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I could be staring it right in the face and I wouldn't know
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I think I've outgrown my home...
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I have a song in my heart,
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And just like life it has a middle, an end, a start
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And who knows if I'm on the path if I'm walking in the dark?
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I have a song in my heart...
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I'm happy just to float,
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Wherever this river flows...
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I'm just finding my feet, pounding the street,
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Hoping that someday it will come.
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And I've got to leave, write my own tragedies
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Keep my old bridges there to burn.
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Leave all doors open, I don't know if I'll return...
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I'm out on my own...
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Heading out on my own...
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All of the faces I have seen,
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Are lacking kindness and familiarity.
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And all of the eyes I have known,
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Have gone cold and turned to stone.
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All of the faces I have known...
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I'm happy just to float,
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Wherever this river flows...
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I'm just finding my feet, pounding the street,
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Hoping that someday it will come.
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And I've got to leave, write my own tragedies
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Keep my old bridges there to burn.
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Leave all doors open, I don't know if I'll return...
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I'm out on my own...
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Heading out on my own...
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It's not the end,
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No, it's just a change.
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My world's gone cold,
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And my life's turned grey.
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I need some shelter through my darkest days,
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I know I'll be back someday...
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I'm just finding my feet, pounding the street,
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Hoping that someday it will come.
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And I've got to leave, write my own tragedies
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Keep my old bridges there...
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I'm just finding my feet, pounding the street,
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Hoping that someday it will come.
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And I've got to leave, write my own tragedies
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Keep my old bridges there to burn
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Leave all doors open, I don't know if I'll return...
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I'm out on my own...
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Heading out on my own...
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I'm out on my own...
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Heading out on my own...
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Out On My Own
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| Gabrielle Aplin |
