| There’s yelling in the hallway
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| I found refuge on a twin bed of this three-star hotel
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| I hear the laughter from the TV
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| Static, Rachel talks to Phoebe about the cat that smells
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| And I know this place is haunted, oh
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| I swear I hear somebody knocking, but I can’t really tell
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| And this outlet’s busted
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| Phone died, and I can’t charge it
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| What a life, man, what a life this is, mmm
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| Just me, myself, and nothing
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| But I taught me how to love it
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| Home is wherever I live
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| Ah, ah, ah ah
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| Ah, ah, ah ah
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| I remember I owe mom a call
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| As I hang my stray hairs on the shower walls for decoration
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| I wonder what I’d hear if rooms could talk
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| And I wonder why I’m thinking that at all
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| I’m going crazy
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| And this toilet’s rusted
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| Food came, but I don’t trust it
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| What a life, man, what a life this is, yeah
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| Just me, myself and nothing
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| But I taught me how to love it
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| Home is wherever I live
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| Ah, ah, ah ah
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| Ah, ah, ah ah
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| Hard to sleep sometimes with no one by my side
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| I do my best to find the sense in it
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| The more the days go by, the more myself and I
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| Shake hands and realize the benefits of independence
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| And it’s really something
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| To make homes of worn-out luggage
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| What a life, man, what a life this is, yeah
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| Just me, myself and nothing
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| But somehow I’ve learned to love it
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| Home is wherever I live
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| Ah, ah, ah ah
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| Home is wherever I live
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| Ah, ah, ah ah
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| Home is wherever I live |