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I'm caught in a Monday or is it a Sunday? Every damn day feels like the same day This job I've chosen is like a runway Where I'm displaying my life But now I'm going Oh, oh I'm going Oh, oh Yeah, I'm going Oh, oh But once I got there I felt as if I was homeless, homeless I felt as if I was homeless Na na na Raised on Pluto, my parents from Venus Where am I from, sometimes I feel like I'm not from neither On my own little planet, that's where I've landed And I ain't searching no more I was looking for Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh I am thinking home I am going home Where my hot ass keys? Where my [?] I am thinking home I am going home Where my hot ass keys? From Letras Mania