GAMES

LYRIC QUIZ

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Old friends, old times, weekends, sunshine. My space I own. There's no place like home.


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No Place Like Home
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“My body's cold, my steps are slow, a blackened mind, I'm feeling low. Taste of wine and cheap perfume telling me it's time to leave this room.”
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