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Out to sea in a ship full of holes |
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Even though |
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With a heave and a ho |
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Gonna raise my sails |
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Rent a penthouse but sleep on a bench |
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Take a shovel and a wrench |
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To this jail |
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I ain't deserted |
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Just feel so disconcerted |
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I ain't deserted at all |
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Sun beats down, neck turns red |
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In a toolshed, piss in the dirt |
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Put it right here on my arm |
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Where they hurt and bled |
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Commit a crime, in the world of straw |
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Perfect flaw |
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Now I fall apart |
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I ain't deserted |
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Just feel so disconcerted |
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Nowhere |
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That's my home, dear |
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Nowhere |
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That's where I'm from |
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Nowhere |
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Ain't too far from here |
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Pitch a tent in a parking ramp |
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Postage stamp |
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On a milk carton a missing kid |
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Ends up in the trash again today |
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And I got no answers |
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Got no clue |
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What am I gonna do? |
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Nowhere |
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That's my home dear |
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Nowhere |
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That's where I'm from |
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Nowhere |
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Ain't too far from here |
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I ain't deservin' |
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Just feel so disconcerted |
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I ain't got no answers now |
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I got no home at all |
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No no no |
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Nowhere at all |
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No no no |
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Nowhere at all |
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No no no |
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Nowhere at all... |
