| Home, I feel like home
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| Though nothing is as was before
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| No words to say, no place to go
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| Home, I feel like home
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| With empty heart and freezing hands
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| With every start and every end
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| Cause there’s a place, so tiny though
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| Where dreamers live, when sun is gone
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| When every single blast of hope
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| Is lost, is killed, forever gone
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| There is a place, so close and far
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| Extremely warm when cold outside
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| With hundred different winding roads
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| Just come back
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| Come back home, come back home
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| Come back home, come back home
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| Come back home, come back home
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| Come back home, come back home
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| There, with eyes wide shut
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| I sat and stare at velvet sky
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| And count the falling stars
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| The days are gone, cause stars are blind
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| I am going now with empty heart
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| And leaving all the days behind
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| Cause there’s a place, so tiny though
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| Where dreamers live, when sun is gone
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| When every single blast of hope
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| Is lost, is killed, forever gone
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| There is a place, so close and far
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| Extremely warm when cold outside
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| With hundred different winding roads
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| Just come back
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| Come back home, come back home
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| Come back home, come back home
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| Come back home, come back home
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| Come back home, come back, come back
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| Home, I feel like home
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| I feel like home
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| Home, I feel like home
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| I feel like home
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| Come back, come back
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| Come back, come back
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| Come back, come back
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| Come back, come back |