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Expatriate Blues Lyrics

I'm not home sick, I'm sick of home

Now I know when I'm back home I'll just be visiting
Now I know that my return won't be for long
When I'm gone this bedroom town just keeps on sleeping
The same sleep every year just like when I was here
I hate it with a smile, I miss it with a sneer
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North Sentinel Island (2011)
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