Is this the place that i want to be
Is it you who i want to see
Holding on, Hold it high, show me everything
And you're leaving me me
Yeah you're leaving me
You're leaving me with hated identity
But i just keep on a comin' here and standing in this place
And I'm never really sure if you'll take
What I'm saying the right way
But i'm never apalled or afraid verbal pocket play
Is as discreet as I can muster up to be
Because the Cadillac that's sittin' in the back
It isn't me
Oh, no, no, no it isn't me
I'm more at home in my galaxie
Can i do the things I wanna do
That I don't do because of you
And I'll take a left then I'll second guess into a total mess
And you leaving me
Yeah you're leaving me
You're leaving me with hated identity
Chorus
I'm more at home in my galaxie
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