This is the home where my mother told me anything can happen
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These are the pages where I kept my secrets underneath our bed
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In a heart shaped necklace that my father bought me
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Then there's the park bench where I gave my first kiss away
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This is the bedroom that I painted purple when I first left home
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There is the journey that my car would take me to my days at work
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And the mountain I climbed after I fought the rain
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Then there's the goodbye that I gave my best friend for the very last time
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I said to myself, said to my lover
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Everything feels your touch
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Everything good, reaches another
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You never can feel too much
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I'm like a butterfly that moves it¡¯s wings
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There¡¯s a storm happening somewhere
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This is the feeling that only you can give me and it gives me chills
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This is the last time that I said I need you but I always will
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There's an old song that when it comes on the radio
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I've gotta pull over because it makes me feel like I'm home, I'm home, home
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I said to myself, said to my lover
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Everything feels your touch
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Everything good, reaches another
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You never can feel too much
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I'm like a butterfly that moves it¡¯s wings
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There¡¯s a storm happening somewhere
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Yes it does, well it does, yes it does, well it does and it does
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Did you really have to ask me?
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And your love is a touch
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I said to myself, said to my lover
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Everything feels your touch
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Everything good, reaches another
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You never can feel too much
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I'm like a butterfly that moves it¡¯s wings
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There¡¯s a storm happening somewhere
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Touch
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| Delta Goodrem |
