| No welcome for solicitors
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| Deaf to the knocking of drifters and runaways
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| The former tenants are all but forgotten now
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| Warm yourself by the fire that burns in your name
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| Kick off your shoes
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| Let down your hair
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| I hope that you’ll stay
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| I feel you here in my heart
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| The door opens only for you
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| With no walls to hide what I’m feeling inside
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| Only windows to my soul
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| But the miraculous part
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| Impossible as it may seem
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| You’re free to leave but you always will be
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| Here in my heart
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| Painted in the red of your lips
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| Decorated in the fashion of your sweet smile
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| Furnished in perfect poetry that you inspire
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| How can you help but be yourself?
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| The more you live here in my heart
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| The more that you’ll find
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| I live in yours too
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| It’s a place to call your own
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| After all this time
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| It’s a place to call your own
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| After all this time
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| We have finally found a home
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| After all this time
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| All this time
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| I feel you here in my heart
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| The door opens only for you
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| With no walls to hide what I’m feeling inside
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| Only windows to my soul
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| But the miraculous part
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| Impossible as it may seem
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| You’re free to leave but you’re always with me
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| Cause I feel you here in my heart
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| You’re free to leave but you’re always with me
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| Here in my heart |