| Oh, I wish you could be here
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| To see the flowers, they only smell so sweet
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| Since you’ve been gone
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| And all the day you left they bloom for hours
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| To compensate me for what you’ve had done
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| Oh, and I don’t wish misfortune on your head
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| For I’m ask much to blame on, only stay
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| So wherever you’ll may be and in which ever land you roam
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| I hope there always be here a place you can call, oh
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| And I wish you could be here to see the baby
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| She is growing and she is walking in all its own
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| And I’m a working woman now, and maby
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| The child don’t need a daddy much at all
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| And yes I’ve got a front door and a back
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| Oh but runs more than the roof above your head
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| So wherever you’ll may be and in which ever land you roam
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| I hope there always be here a place you can call, oh
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| Home from home
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| And whoever you love
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| And how many good friends you know
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| I hope you’ll always have a place you can call
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| Oh, Home from home
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| Home from home |