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Music by Don Chambers
Lyrics by Don Chambers
© 2011, Plymouth Music
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I feel like a tourist, I feel like an idiot on speed
I never knew what you wanted , I damn sure know what you need, No one knows my name walking down the street waiting to feel homesick, waiting for something to bleed, I will travel to far from my home
I can hear the crows a cawin' it's a comfort that I've know I got maps for the excavation of bones and I know I'm not alone, I don't recognize the weather there's pale words on her lips it took four jets to get me here I'm going back on a mighty ship I will travel to far from my home, I can hear the crows a cawin' it's a comfort that I've know I got maps for the excavation of bones and I know I'm not alone
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