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I’ll sleep on the floor
The Highbury's door is open Sunday morning
And I’ll never feel lonely again
Watch football, drink red wine
A holiday for all of time
That’s what I do when I’m not on the road
A set of clothes, a sleeping bag
Live wherever I lay my head
But I know that I’m not allowed to fall in love
I’ll miss my flight, an open ticket
No need to get specific
Cause I could stick around for a while, if you like
A shopping list, a heating bill, a stubborn conversation
I’ll try not to shy away from these things
All I can do, is sing my truth
If you ever sing it back to me is totally up to you
But I know, that I’m not allowed to feel at home
Cause tomorrow I’ll be gone