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I find home in foreign places,
Where my soul settles
And my heart wishes to re-visit.

Hence I mentally mark the location,
And conjure up an alternate life
Where we would lay beneath the stars on the rooftops of European buildings,
And have night drives in a small town of New York while sorrowful music fills the air .

That's when I realized the homes weren't the dream,
It was you.

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