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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