| Sense of home is all of this and more
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| Voice of love flies just beyond the door
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| Contemplating, I no longer change
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| Built my hope according to the day
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| Beautiful boys and girls
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| Beautiful broken world
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| Beautiful boys and girls
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| God if I pray, so long so loud
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| It’s that most days you don’t make a sound
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| Sense of home was lost along the way
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| Naked bodies buried in my veins
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| Nations rise and buckle in the weight
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| Homesick for the words I couldn’t place
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| Beautiful boys and girls
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| Beautiful broken world
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| Beautiful boys and girls
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| God if I pray, so long so hard
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| It’s that most days you don’t make a sound
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| When you find me at the well
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| Will you comfort me until
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| Will you recognize my face
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| And replace, change
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| Beautiful boys and girls
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| Beautiful broken world |