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I don't wanna go home I was walking around, just me and my headphones I thought I'd cry but I don't I could visit my friends Roll the windows down on Broadway, take it all in And head up north again You're all I've ever known I'm a tourist with a camera phone I'll decorate all my own Got a poster and a microphone Seventeen again, someplace to go I could get a quick job Selling roses on Fridays outside the nightclub Make some friends, call them up You're all I've ever known I'm a tourist with a camera phone I'll decorate all my own Got a postcard and a dial tone In a jacket 'cause I know it's cold Sorting out all thе shit from back home Letras de cancionesI'm an echo I'm an echo La la, la la la la La la la, la la la, la la From Letras Mania