I made my place by the door.
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I didn't know what I was waiting for.
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Felt just like home.
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Except no grass, no yard, no pictures.
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I could see across to the park.
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And there were friends, they were laughing hard.
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They looked just like my home.
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With no face, no name, no voice I'd know.
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I finally made it.
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I made a clean getaway.
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I finally made it.
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I made a clean getaway.
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I met someone at the bar.
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He had a great smile and a great heart.
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He felt just like love.
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Except no fear of losing, and it wasn't tough.
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I finally made it.
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I made a clean getaway.
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I finally made it.
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I made a clean getaway.
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And I miss you,
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I miss you every single day.
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Clean Getaway
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| Maria Taylor |
