When I think of home
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I think of a place where there's
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Love overflowing;
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I wish I was home,
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I wish I was back there,
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With the things I've been knowing.
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Wind that makes the tall trees bend into leaning,
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Suddenly the snowflakes that fall
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Have a meaning.
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Sprinkling the scene, makes it all clean.
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Maybe there;s a chance
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For me to go back
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Now that I have some direction;
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It sure would be nice to be back home,
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Where there's love and affection.
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And just maybe I can convince time
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To slow up.
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Giving me enough time in my life to grow up;
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Time, please be my friend,and let me start again...
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Suddenly my world is gonna change its face
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But I still know where I'm going;
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I have had my mind spun around and around
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In space
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And yet I've watched it growing.
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Oh, I know you're listening Lord,
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So wont you please don't make it hard
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I know I shouldn't believe everything, everything
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That things we see.
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Tell me, should I try and stay
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Or maybe I should run away
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Would it be better, better
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Just to let things be?
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Living here in this brand-new world
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Might be a fantasy; yes it might be
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But it taught me to love,
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So I know that it's real, its real, real to me...
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And I've learned that we must look
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Inside our hearts to find...
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Yeah we gotta find
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A world full of love
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Like yours, like mine-
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Like Home
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Home
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| Whitney Houston |
