Home is the sound of birds early in the morning
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Home is the song I always remembered
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Home is the memory of my first day in school
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Home is the books that I carry around
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Home is a alley in a faraway town
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Home is the places I’ve been and where I’d like to go
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Home
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Always gonna feel at home
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No matter where I may roam
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Always gonna find my way home
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No matter how far I’m gone
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I’m always gonna feel this longing
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No matter where I might stay
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Home is a feather curling in the air
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Home is flowers in the window sill
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Home is all the things she said to me
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Home is the photo I never threw away
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Home is the smile on my face when I died
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Home is the taste of the apple pie
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I’ve met a woman, she’s always lived in the same place
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She said home is where you’re born and raised
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I’ve met a man, he said looking out to the sea
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He said home is where you wanna be
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I’ve met a girl in some downtown bar
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She said I’ll have whatever you’re having
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And I asked her how come we never met before?
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She said all my life I’ve been trying to get a place of my own
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I’m always gonna feel at home
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No matter where I may roam
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Always gonna find my way back home
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No matter how far I’m gone
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Always gonna feel this longing
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No matter where I might stay
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Home
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