Is there a home, a home for me?
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Where the people stay until eternity?
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Is there a road that winds up
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Underneath the big green tree?
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Is there a home, a home for me?
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Is there a place, somewhere around?
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Maybe out in space, or inside a sound?
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And is there a room that always
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has a swinging door?
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Is there a place? I don't know anymore...
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I was dreaming 'bout you yesterday out on the pier
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And I felt you close at hand, your presence in the sand
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I could hear you whispering so softly in my ear
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Then your words ring true, accept just what you do
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Is there a home, a home for me?
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Is there a place, a place to be?
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Or is there a road that winds up
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Underneath the big green tree?
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Is there a home, a home for me?
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A home for me?
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Underneath the big green tree
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| Stan Ridgway |
