written by Lucy Kaplansky
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It's raining in my house tonight
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Roof's leaking everywhere
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It's overflowing buckets
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And pouring down the stairs
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Taking spins around the hallway
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Then rambling out the door
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Out across the highway
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And down the empty pier
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Then deep into the river
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The water it does fall
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I hear the river rising
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As I listen through my wall
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And everytime it rains
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And every time I cry
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It's just another current
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In that river flowing by
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Somebody's home
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Though you ache and feel alone
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Someone you've always known
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Somebody's home
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There's a fire in my house tonight
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It's climbing up the stairs
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It's tearing thru my photographs
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And choking off the air
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And now the walls are burning too
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And the roof is crashing in
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And finally there's only flames
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Where once my house had been
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As embers fall the flame take off
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In spirals to the sky
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Then turn into the blazing stars
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That thru the heavens fly
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And though I mourn my own four walls
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I try to understand
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I can see my wooden house
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In the ashes in my hand
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Somebody's home
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Though you ache and feel alone
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Someone you've always known
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Somebody's home
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Somebody's home
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Though you ache and feel alone
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Someone you've always known
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Somebody's home
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Somebody's Home
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Lucy Kaplansky |