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    If home is where the heart is
    Then we're all just fucked
    I can't remember
    I can't remember
    And I want it so bad
    I'd shoot the sunshine into my veins
    I can't remember
    The good old days

    And it's kind of funny
    The way we're wearing anchors on our shirts
    When being anchored or bored
    Just feels like a curse

    My mind is a safe
    And if I keep it in we all get rich
    My body is an orphanage
    We take everyone in
    Doing lines of dust and sweat
    Off last night's stage
    Just to feel like you

    Milligrams in my head
    Burning tobacco in my wind
    Chasing the direction
    Chasing the direction you went
    You're a bottled star
    The planets align
    You're just like Mars
    You shine in the sky
    You shine in the sky

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    Are all the good times getting gone?
    They come and go and go and come and go (come and go and come and go)
    Oh, yeah I've got a lot of friends who are stars
    But some are just black holes

    My mind is a safe
    And if I keep it in we all get rich
    My body is an orphanage
    We take everyone in
    Doing lines of dust and sweat
    Off last night's stage
    Just to feel like you

    And it's kind of funny
    The way we're wearing anchors on our shirts
    When being anchored or bored
    Just feels like a curse

    My mind is a safe
    And if I keep it in we all get rich
    My body is an orphanage
    We take everyone in
    Doing lines of dust and sweat
    Off last night's stage
    Just to feel like you

    If home is where the heart is
    Then we're all just fucked

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    Composition: Pete Wentz, Andrew J Hurley, Patrick Stump, and Joe Trohman

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