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The world's as small as a mobile phone
We're all connected, we're all alone
Life looks great in those ads for cars
But I feel like Sam in Life On Mars

Your ringing the office it's 5: 33
Your working late on your boss's CV
But you'd rather be in the poets society
And piss off early tomorrow's saturday

I wanna
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna go home
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna go home
I wanna go home

You're at a party and he's boxed you in
He's charming, disarming well according to him
And you're smiling like a stroke victim

A voice in your head is whispering:
When reality bites and when the weather's shite
Or when some guy at a barbeque
Is telling you how to run your life
Or when your team mates quit,
To when your face don't fit
In some pointless bar,
In some jerk offs car
When you'd rather be anywhere than where you are
You wanna find yourself
Don't go O/S
Look somewhere a whole lot more obvious

Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home

I wanna go home
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna go home
I wanna go home
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna go home
I wanna go home

Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home

I wanna
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna go home
I wanna go home

Home is a place or a time
Or a state of mind
We leave all the lies and games behind

You become what you hate just to survive
Developers move in and subdivide
You can keep yours right there