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i'm not at homei have no instruments, no instrumentsi'm using yoursi'm throwing pillows on the floor, on the floorand when i'm home, i'm not at homeand when i'm home, i'm not at homei'm having thoughts of driving in a stormi was in a stormi'm not in lovei'd like to say i never was, never wasit wasn't real, now i can say it wasn't realand when i'm home, i'm not at homeand when i'm home, i'm not at homei'm crossing fingers i won't run intorun into you Aus Songtexte Mania