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it's one hundred and nine degrees in this crowded room. no room to breathe with walls as cold as a gallery; this is no place for me. such hard faces in smoke, the smell lingers in my clothes. it's a bad night to be alone but that's the way it goes. and i think of you, whenever life gets me down. i think of you, whenever you're not around. and you rest your bones somewhere far from my house, yeah, but you still pull me home. i thought i had it figured out, in a brand new life with a great big house. and green initials on the towels; i should be happy now. well, you got yourself a family and you planted roots down by the sea. i saw you once on the street, you didn't notice me. but i think of you, whenever life gets me down. i think of you, whenever life gets me down. you rest your bones somewhere far from my house, yeah, but you still pull me home. just put your mind at ease; you don't owe me anything, you paid me well in memories. and i think of you, whenever life gets me down. i think of you, whenever you're not around. and you rest your bones somewhere far from my house, yeah, but you still pull me home.
you still pull me home.