I've made my way, I've walked this world
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I've tried to be a better girl
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I've held my head up, held my own
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Now all I wanna be is home
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We sailed east in summer on the Azores High
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For days I felt a silence in my soul
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We headed south in winter to the trade winds
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Like a heart beat, I could feel the ocean roll
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My mother taught me how to be strong
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My father showed me how to carry on
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Now I turn the compass round
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And head out on the ocean
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I turn the compass round
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And head out on the sea
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'Cause I've made my way, I've walked this world
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I've tried to be a better girl
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I've held my head up, held my own
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Now all I wanna be is home
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Sometimes I think I'm never gonna find
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A sweetness that I knew when I was young
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And in this faded photograph it seems
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Like everything is shining in the sun
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My mother taught me how to be free
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My father showed me how to live the dream
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Now I turn the compass round
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And head out on the ocean
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I turn the compass round
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And head out on the sea
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'Cause I've made my way, I've walked this world
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I've tried to be a better girl
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I've held my head up, held my own
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Now all I wanna be is home
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Is home, is home
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I've made my way, I've walked this world
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I've tried to be a better girl
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I've held my head up, held my own
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Now all I wanna be is home
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I've made my way, I've walked this world
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I've tried to be a better girl
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I've held my head up, held my own
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Now all I wanna be is home
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Is home, is home
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Turn The Compass Round
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| Heather Nova |
