when i sit down and try to remember
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what my home is like
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i seem to be drifting in water
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no land in sight
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all my friends become nothing but names
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in my old adress book
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oh yes, there was that funny little girl
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her love i took
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where is the place i do belong
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that little spot where i was born
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where is the garden in my mind
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it turns to stone
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what do i know ?
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when i walk the streets of London
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i see a face i know
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but i knew it on a different body
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a long time ago
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a back yard or a house on the corner
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bring back a time
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where i could say without a doubt
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that this place is mine
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Homesick
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| Lovebugs |
