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It's saturday I'm alone again
And the world just seems to spin away
And I hold my weight I'll not forget
As I smoke my only cigarette

Well you spun the globe just to stop it with your thumb
But it was all sea where your finger ended up
And so you try again and hope for better luck
There's got to be a place better than the one that you call home

I cross the days out with red pen
But the calendar never seems to end
If I find my way my soul will rest
As I hold on to my silhouette

Well you spun the globe just to stop it with your thumb
But it was all sea where your finger ended up
And so you try again and hope for better luck
There's got to be a place better than the one that you call home

And we all own these days

The light you leave on
This room is a sea of memories and daily castaways
And I sit and laugh at the circumstance
Of how my heart found a home

Well you spun the globe just to stop it with your thumb
But it was all sea where your finger ended up
And so you try again and hope for better luck
There's got to be a place better than the one that you call home



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Raasch, Ronald Matthew Dudek
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