Lyrics by Dhruv Bhate (c) 2013
Been in this cheap hotel, everyone knows my number, but no one knows
my name, what a shame.
Felt good for a day or two, but now it’s been 22, no matter what I do, it doesn't feel the same.
Wake up in an empty bed, with an aching head, oh no no, yet another
night of this sleeplessness,
Get into the taxicab, watch the world go passing by, there’s
people just like me, what a sorry mess.
A voice inside my mind
Keeps telling me it’s fine
But deep down I know
This voice isn't mine
I’m going nowhere,
On a foreign land I roam
You know my name,
You are my home.
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