I¡¯ll be staying out tonight
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Got no better place to go
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As I keep drinking, my hopes keep sinking
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Beneath six feet of snow
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Only strange new faces none of which would even care
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Enough to lend a hand if I should fall off this here chair
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Yes, I¡¯ve paying for the mistakes I¡¯ve made before
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Seemed okay just walked back in to that old familiar door
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And now I can¡¯t find my way back home
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It looks the same when you¡¯re all alone
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I have some things that I need to say
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But it all just somehow slipped away
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I¡¯ve been out on the road now
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There¡¯s no point in me coming home
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When all that awaits are the songs that I¡¯ve lost and some pieces of my backbone
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Too much of anything is gonna kill you in the end
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And it¡¯s like there¡¯s nothing left of me when I get back home again
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It¡¯s funny how time has a way of changing the way we proceed
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I wanted out just yesterday and now there¡¯s no place I¡¯d rather be
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And now I can¡¯t find my way back home
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It looks the same when you¡¯re all alone
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I¡¯ve got some things that I need to say
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But it all just somehow slips away
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It¡¯s funny how time has a way of changing the way we proceed
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I wanted out just yesterday and now there¡¯s no place I¡¯d rather be
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Still I can¡¯t find my way back home
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It all looks the same when you¡¯re drunk and stoned
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I¡¯ve got some things that I need to say
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But somehow it always slips away
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(Can¡¯t find my way back home)
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It always slips away
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(It looks the same when you¡¯re all alone)
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I¡¯ve got some things that I need to say
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But somehow it always slips away
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Can't Find My Way Back Home
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| The South |
