Текст песни Someone Else's Home - You Am I
                                                I've 
                                                checked 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                dailies
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                subscription 
                                                mail 
                                                ins
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                where 
                                                do 
                                                we 
                                                come 
                                                from?
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                never 
                                                stopped 
                                                dusting
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                middle 
                                                ear's 
                                                always 
                                                buzzing.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                do 
                                                we 
                                                belong?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Trust 
                                                me 
                                                not 
                                                'cause 
                                                    I 
                                                still 
                                                don't 
                                                know.
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                not 
                                                in 
                                                someone 
                                                else's
 
                                    
                                
                                                Someone 
                                                else's 
                                                home.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Do 
                                                you 
                                                really 
                                                want 
                                                to 
                                                exist
 
                                    
                                
                                                Past 
                                                1946
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                have 
                                                    I 
                                                got 
                                                you 
                                                wrong?
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                nothing 
                                                much 
                                                matters
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                shoes, 
                                                pants 
                                                and 
                                                haircuts.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                morning 
                                                engines 
                                                go.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Heaven's 
                                                toast, 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                sound 
                                                they 
                                                told.
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                not 
                                                in 
                                                someone 
                                                else's
 
                                    
                                
                                                Someone 
                                                else's 
                                                home.
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                gonna 
                                                run 
                                                away, 
                                                make 
                                                your 
                                                heart 
                                                my 
                                                own.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                if 
                                                we're 
                                                not 
                                                hot 
                                                at 
                                                least 
                                                we're 
                                                not
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                someone 
                                                else's 
                                                home.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Subscription 
                                                filled 
                                                the 
                                                yellow 
                                                pills.
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                not 
                                                in 
                                                someone 
                                                else's
 
                                    
                                
                                                Someone 
                                                else's 
                                                home.
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                gonna 
                                                run 
                                                away, 
                                                make 
                                                your 
                                                heart 
                                                my 
                                                own.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                if 
                                                we're 
                                                not 
                                                hot 
                                                at 
                                                least 
                                                we're 
                                                not
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                someone 
                                                else's 
                                                home.
 
                                    
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