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I walked down from the station 'cause I wanted to see
The kind of things that you might miss from the back of a taxi
There’s just no way to tell you what these things mean to me
This is home
The place I threw my guts up outside the old wine bar
The junk shop on the corner where I bought my first guitar
The grass verge by the pig flats where we sat and revved our cars
This is home
Home, nothing ever changes
Home, and I wouldn’t want it to
Home, everything’s the same as I left it when I went away to make myself anew
The local team don’t really have no local players now
The glory days are far away but we’re getting by somehow
You’d think we’d won the champions league if you listen to the crowd at home
This place always gets to me like an old familiar song
Stirring up old feelings that I thought were long gone
I guess that you can move away but you cannot escape where you’re from
Home, nothing ever changes
Home, and I wouldn’t want it to
Home, everything’s the same as I left it when I went away to make myself anew
The old familiar wallpaper and a battered old settee
The china doll that dad brought back from the war in Germany
The faintest smell of creosote and a cup of milky tea
This is home