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Home |
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I've heard the word before |
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It's never meant much more |
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Than just a thing I've never had |
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A place |
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They say, hey, know your place |
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But I've never had a place to even know |
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Or a face that I could go to |
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If I needed someone there... |
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I'm laughing |
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It's hard to hide a smile |
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My god, it's been a while |
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Since I have had a reason to |
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To think |
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It's been here all along |
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Somewhere to belong |
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And a reason |
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A something to believe in... |
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I've finally found it |
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A place where I'm wanted... |
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This must be how it feels |
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To have a home |
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I used to dream about it |
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But never schemed or counted |
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On fantasies or wishes |
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It breaks a man to see what he misses |
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And so many nights I'd pray |
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For a better life, and a better day |
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But I never thought that it'd come true |
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It's finally here and I don't know what to do... |
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And I'm trying not to cry |
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This must be how it feels |
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To have a home |
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(Instrumental) |
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I've finally made it |
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I've hoped and I've waited |
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And for the first time in my life |
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I don't feel so alone |
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My heart starts to heal |
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To know this is real |
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This is how it must feel |
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To have a home... |
