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When you look into my eyes |
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and you see the crazy gypsy in my soul |
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it always comes as a surprise |
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when i feel my withered roots begin to grow |
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well i never had a place |
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that I could call my very own |
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but that's all right my love |
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cuz you're my home. |
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when you touch my weary head |
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and you tell me everything will be all right |
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You say use my body for your bed |
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and my love will keep you warm throughout the night |
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well i'll never be a stranger |
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and i'll never be alone |
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wherever we're together |
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that's my home. |
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Home could be the Pennsylvania turnpike |
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Indiana's early morning dew |
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high up in the hills of California |
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home is just another word for you |
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Well I never had a place that i could call my very own |
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but that's all right my love cuz you're my home |
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If i travel all my life |
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and i never get stop and settle down |
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long as i have you by my side |
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there's a roof above and good walls all around |
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you're my castle, you're my cabin |
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and my instant pleasure dome |
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i need you in my house |
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cuz you're my home,.. |
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you're my home. |
