To feel lonesome in the place you call home
It is the lowest feeling to have to know
I'd like the chance to roam
I hate to say I want to go
In an unlikely situation I am stuck
Without any luck
My husband says stay I say go
Anywhere at all id like to be
But the cash doesn't exactly flow
Now you know what it's like to be me
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