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Verse 1

Waves crash

Funny to think it's the same when you come back

Here I sit on the edge of the West Coast

Just about as far as I could get

Long flight, funny cause the ride just got longer each time

I could be over board by now cause the tide’s so far out am I out of mind?

Pre-Chorus

Oooh, no it's not time for this farewell

Because the taste in my mouth is no longer stale

Chorus

Haven't inhaled in the past few nights

Maybe I'll need a hand to hold onto now

Now that the trees have gone brown

You'll finally know what it feels like to miss what I call home

Verse 2

Ground shifts and you'd think I'd be used to this by now

Funny how not much has changed here

Since the last time I stood on these grounds

Pre-Chorus

Oooh, no it's not time for this goodbye

You'd think I'd be used to this by now

Chorus

Haven't inhaled in the past few nights

Maybe I'll need a hand to hold onto now

Now that the trees have gone brown

You'll finally know what it feels like to miss what I call home

Bridge

Maybe you think the road should be long

To get back to the place where you started from

Chorus

Haven't inhaled in the past few nights

Maybe I'll need a hand to hold onto now

Now that the trees have gone brown

You'll finally know what it feels like to miss what I call home

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