January
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What if I say I'm not like the others What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays You're the pretender What if I say I will never surrender Same old story I'm staring out into the night, Trying to hide the pain. I'm going to the place where love And feeling good don't ever cost a thing. And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain. I'm going home, Back to the place where I belong, I'm not running from. No, I think you got me all wrong. But these places and these faces are getting old So I'm going home. Well I'm going home.
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