A little boy, six years old
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A little too used to being alone
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Another new mom and dad
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Another school, another house that will never be home
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When people ask him how he likes this place
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He looks up and says with a smile upon his face
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This is my temporary home, it's not where I belong
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Windows and rooms that I'm passing through
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This is just a stop on the way to where I'm going
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I'm not afraid because I know
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This is my temporary home
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Young mom, on her own
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She needs a little help, got nowhere to go
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She's looking for a job, looking for a way out
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'Cause a halfway house will never be a home
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At night she whispers to her baby girl
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"Someday we'll find our place here in this world"
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This is our temporary home, it's not where we belong
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Windows and rooms that we're passing through
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This is just a stop on the way to where we're going
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I'm not afraid because I know
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This is our temporary home
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Old man, hospital bed
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The room is filled with people he loves
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And he whispers
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"Don't cry for me, I'll see you all someday"
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He looks up and says
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"I can see God's face"
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This is my temporary home, it's not where I belong
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Windows and rooms that I'm passing through
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This was just a stop on the way to where I'm going
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I'm not afraid because I know
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This was my temporary home
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This is our temporary home
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Temporary Home
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| Carrie Underwood |
