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Home isn't homeWhen it's the back seat of your carYour life is thrownAnd you're left to just watch from the sidelinesAnd leave all you've knowIt's heading down, down, down to a different townAnd don't place your hopeOn turning your life aroundCause everyone knowsThat all of this stuff just hangs aroundJust hangs aroundYou'll soon be tapping your feet to a different soundAnd home isn't homeWhen somebody's taken your placeBut it's nice to roam a bitBefore we get taken downBefore we get put back downDown in the ground From Letras Mania