Open the door and adjust my eyes
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The concrete streets are as gray as the skies
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The wind stings my face and the world just melts away
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And it brings me back to another place where memories are such a waste
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You can never go home, you left that world behind
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Is this the only place
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The only place to go
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Are these tired words, the only that we know
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The old familiar taste, from the bottle in my hand
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Or is this the only place, that I can understand
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Your whiskey tainted wisdom spits like vomit from your mouth
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The walls are closing in and I just gotta get out...
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Of my head and of this town
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Familiar places are bringing me down,
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The truth can be hard to swallow
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When its spit right in your face.
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Is this the only place
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The only place to go
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Are these tired words, the only that we know
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The old familiar taste, from the bottle in my hand
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Or is this the only place, that I can understand
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I just gotta get out
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Hay
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You Can Never Go Home
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| The Unseen |
