How am I gonna get myself back home?
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Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
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How am I gonna get myself back home?
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Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
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We are the last people standing
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At the end of the night
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We are the greatest pretenders
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In the cold morning light
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This is just another night
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And we've had many of them
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To the morning we're cast out
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But I know I'll land here again
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How am I gonna get myself back home?
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Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
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How am I gonna get myself back home?
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Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
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There's a light in the bedroom
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But it's dark
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Scattered around on the floor
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All my thoughts
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This is just another night
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And we've had many of them
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To the morning we're cast out
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But I know I'll land here again
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How am I gonna get myself back home?
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Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
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How am I gonna get myself back home?
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Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
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The birds are mocking me
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They call to be heard
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The birds are mocking me
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They curse my return
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How am I gonna get myself back home?
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Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
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How am I gonna get myself back home?
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Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
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How am I gonna get myself back home?
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Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
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How am I gonna get myself back home?
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Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay, I'm lost
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Get Home
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