When I think of home
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I think of a place where theres love overflowing
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I wish I was home
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I wish I was back there with the things I been knowing
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Wind that makes the tall trees bend into leaning
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Suddenly the snowflakes that fall have a meaning
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Sprinklin the scene, makes it all clean
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Maybe theres a chance for me to go back there
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Now that I have some direction
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It would sure be nice to be back home
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Where theres love and affection
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And just maybe I can convince time to slow up
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Giving me enough time in my life to grow up
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Time be my friend, let me start again
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Suddenly my world has changed its face
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But I still know where Im going
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I have had my mind spun around in space
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And yet Ive watched it growing
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If youre listning god
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Please dont make it hard to know
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If we should believe in the things that we see
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Tell us, should we run away
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Should we try and stay
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Or would it be better just to let things be?
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Living here, in this brand new world
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Might be a fantasy
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But it taught me to love
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So its real, real to me
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And Ive learned
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That we must look inside our hearts
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To find a world full of love
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Like yours
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Like me
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Like home...
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Home
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| Melinda Doolittle |
