All I know is that I like it, and that I want it
If that's okay, I'm not that strange
I stay inside till the morning, and then I go out
Is that okay, or am I strange?
And every now and again I find my space and feel at home
I remember it's a fine, fine way to celebrate
It's a fine, fine way to spend a Sunday
And then I pick up my things and I head on out
And I realize it's a fine, fine way
It's a fine, fine way
I'm heading out to the country, to the border
And then I look around, and there's something gone
I didn't know that it held me up so tightly
But that's okay, I don't want to lie
And every now and again I find my space and feel at home
I remember it's a fine, fine way to celebrate
It's a fine, fine way, what you're waiting for
It's a fine, fine way, I find it, to spend every day
And then I pick up my things and I head on out
And I realize, and then I pick up my things
And I head on out again
Don't notice me, don't comfort me
It'll only take a matter of time
Until I find myself in my comfort zone again
It's a fine, fine way
It's a fine, fine way
It's a fine, fine way
It's a fine, fine way
It's a fine, fine way
It's a fine, fine way
It's a fine, fine way
It's a fine, fine way
Of coming home
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