| I’ve forgotten how it feels with the carpet under my seat
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| It’s the polyester fibers that wrap around my feet
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| Feels like home, home
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| When the cold shakes my bones, it’s the rug that warms my soul
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| It’s the textile to the skin, and the sensation alone
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| Feels like home, home
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| So if you ever come 'round to my house take your shoes off at the door
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| 'Cause it’s impolite not to; |
| you’ll be damaging my floor
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| 'Cause it’s my home
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| When you’re down and you’re alone it’s the train that brings you home
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| And your mother, brother, sister, father, waitin' at the door
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| It’s so sweet, sweet
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| Makes me glad I’m only a stone’s throw away
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| Makes me sad that others can’t have it the same way
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| Oh, home, home
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| In the forest it’s unlikely that you’ll find a home so tidy
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| Compared to what it’s like living like us city type
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| Why, it’s no home
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| So if you ever come 'round to my house take your shoes off at the door
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| 'Cause it’s impolite not to; |
| you’ll be damaging my floor
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| 'Cause it’s my home |