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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