They say that home is where the heart is
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I guess I haven't found my home
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And we keep driving round in circles
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Afraid to call this place our own
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And are we there yet?
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They say there's linings made of silver
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Folded inside each raining cloud
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Well, we need someone to deliver
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Our silver lining now
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And are we there yet?
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And are we there yet?
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And are we there yet?
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Home, home, home
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Home, home, home
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They say you're really not somebody
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Until somebody else loves you
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Well, I am waiting to make somebody
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Somebody soon
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And are we there yet?
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And are we there yet?
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And are we there yet?
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Home, home, home
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Home, home, home
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Where you will lie on the rug
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While I play with the dog
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And it won't be too much
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'Cause this is too much
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'Cause this is too much for me to hold
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This is too much for me to hold
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Home, home, home
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And are we there yet?
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And are we there yet?
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And are we there yet?
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Home, home, home
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Home, home, home, home
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And are we there yet?
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And are we there yet?
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And are we there yet?
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And are we there?
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Are We There Yet
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| Ingrid Michaelson |
