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Right Where I Belong

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Boycott Heaven


Julia, when you move
New York brake lights shine your shoes
And we don't say much 'cause what's left to prove?
If I'm ever getting old, then I'm getting old with you too

So come on, hold me like a thief in the night
And don't let go of me, girl, I'm not your type
But you have shown me how to smile
So if I'm ever going to die, no, we ain't never going to die

It took my whole life to build this home, mm-mm
All the love lost and nights spent on my own
I traded my voice in shame for a good can of paint
It took my whole life to build this home
But now I'm right where I belong

Julia, what did you do?
'Cause now I'm waking up sober, brushing teeth, tying shoes
And I don't say it enough, love, the way I feel for you
The words were hard enough to write
Now that I found you, I don't even try, oh, —y

'Cause it took my whole life to build this home, mm-mm
All the love lost and nights spent on my own
I traded my voice in shame for a good can of paint
It took my whole life to build this home
But now I'm right where I belong

The scars aren't showing up in light
It's 'cause you make the time to take away the bruise
I thought we'd end it too
But now they're all growing just like vines
Funny, I never meant to mean that much to you
Okay, well, that's untrue

It took my whole life to build this home
All the love lost and nights spent on my own
I traded my voice in shame for a good can of paint
It took my whole life to build this home
But now I'm right where I belong

Julia, when you move
New York brake lights shine your shoes
And we don't say much 'cause what's left to prove?
Compositor: Nate Ruess & Sam Means

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