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 on my own
Got a poster and a microphone
Seventeen again with some place to go
I could get a quick job
Selling roses on Fridays
Outside the nightclub
Make some friends, call 'em up
You're all I've ever known
I'm a tourist with a camera phone
I'll decorate all on my own
Got a postcard and a dial tone
And a jacket 'cause I know it's cold
Sorted out all the shit from back home
I'm an echo
I'm an echo
I'm an echo
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