If I’m home in my town, I’ll grow bored,

Seeing the same bloody thing every day.

 

So I go out in the world and I see what it offers,

And for a while, all is okay.

 

Then I’ll miss the things, the friends, I left behind,

And I’ll fly home again with the next plane.

 

And there I’ll be, so very content,

Till I grow bored and restless again.

 

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