| The heart, the heart of it
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| The essential part where it hits the hardest
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| They cannot harm us in this place
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| Our chambers filled with the promise of finding ways
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| With every beat
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| The heart, the heart of it
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| The essential part where it hits the hardest
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| It’s still the darkest part of us
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| Or lit up by sparks like stars on a canvas
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| We call it
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| Home, home is where the heart is
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| I need the fuel to start this fire in the sky
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| Let it be known, the anger has departed
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| I need the fuel to start this fire in the sky
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| It starts and it ends with faith
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| It’s not easy to talk, to communicate
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| You travel far but you can’t embrace
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| All that you are where you’re from, all the tracks you trace
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| Are leading off to a vacant space, a little spot where the lines in your face
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| will fade
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| You call it
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| Home, home is where the heart is
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| I need the fuel to start this fire in the sky
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| Let it be known, the anger has departed
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| I need the fuel to start this fire in the sky
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| When times are less refined
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| Embrace the life, embrace the lines
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| They’re leading, home, home
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| Home, home is where the heart is
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| I need the fuel to start this fire in the sky
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| Let it be known, the anger has departed
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| I need the fuel to start this fire in the sky
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| Home, home is where the heart is
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| I need the fuel to start this fire in the sky
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| Let it be known, the anger has departed
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| I need the fuel to start this fire in the sky |