I don't wanna go home
I was walking around, just me and my headphones
I thought I'd cry but I don't
I could visit my friends
Roll the windows down on broadway, take it all in
And head up north again
You're all I've ever known
I'm a tourist with a camera phone
I'll decorate all my own
Got a poster and a microphone
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Seventeen again, someplace to go
I could get a quick job
Selling roses on fridays outside the nightclub
Make some friends, call them up
You're all I've ever known
I'm a tourist with a camera phone
I'll decorate all my own
Got a postcard and a dial tone
In a jacket 'cause I know it's cold
Sorting out all thе shit from back home
I'm an echo
I'm an echo
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