I'd like to think I don't have roots yet,
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Still some traveling in me.
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Should have worn back packs through Europe,
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Back when I turned 23.
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There's still Ireland and the Orients and Temples, I'm sure.
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Places you go, to learn who you are.
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I've got to keep looking
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And someday I'll be in the place where I feel most like me.
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I could be cooking in Paris and needing nobody at all.
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I could move back to my hometown,
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Meet a good man and we'd fall in love.
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We'd have family and birthdays and cars,
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Never concerned about who we are.
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A life that's so stable and nice,
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could it be a place where I feel most like me?
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I can't help wishing I could stay right here,
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Not moving, not rushing, just breathing in air,
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Not thinking, not worrying, just look to the sea,
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The place where I feel most like me.
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The Place Where I Feel Most Like Me
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| Meg & Dia |
