One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.

♪ I've been to this house before and I left the flowers at the door ♪
♪ And gathered all the pennies from your floor ♪
♪ The walls inside were painted yellow, I said goodbye to my fella ♪
♪ Wasn't much, I'm calling on the telephone ♪
♪ I said, where you been, I ain't seen you around ♪
♪ Guess I'll tell your friends I'm skipping town ♪
♪ I'm gonna pay two bucks at the station, I'm packing up my fine tooth comb ♪
♪ I keep waiting for something that feels like home ♪
♪ Well, I've been to this town before, I used to think that I was sure ♪
♪ But I don't wanna be here anymore ♪
♪ To see you with your long dark hair half-dressed up for some dull affair ♪
♪ And worn out as those boots you always wear ♪
♪ You say, where you going with that smile you crack? ♪
♪ And I'd say, wouldn't you like to know the dollar on my back? ♪
♪ I'm gonna pay two bucks at the station, I'm packing up my fine tooth comb ♪
♪ I keep waiting for something that feels like home ♪
♪ Well, I've seen all of this before, I wish that I could mean it more ♪
♪ The truth is that I always will adore you ♪
♪ But if I had one line to tell, it'd go like this ♪
♪ It serves me well to leave you if I had a chance in hell ♪
♪ And you'd say, where you been when you seen him around? ♪
♪ You can tell your friends I'm skipping town, but I ain't going to pay a *** ♪
♪ Two bucks at the station and you can keep my fine tooth comb ♪
♪ I ain't trading something that feels like home ♪
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♪ I bet there's a hundred times I haven't wondered, packing up my fine tooth comb ♪
♪ Only to wake up with nothing that feels like home ♪
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