| I smell that salty breeze blowing through the fjord
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| I hear those creaky ships as old board meets old board
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| I breathe in the place I live and wonder what else can I give this home
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| My home
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| Wandering through the town with everyone doing all of their stuff
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| Somewhere in my heart I feel I’ve not yet done enough
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| For these people I know, this place that I love so
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| My home
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| My home
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| I whistle as I walk, a lovely smell of kransekake
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| Wafting out of the baker’s door
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| The merchants haggling over fish remind me I have what I wish
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| 'Cause I’m not alone anymore
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| I’m grateful for this castle
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| And for everything we’ve got
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| Especially my family
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| We’ve all been through a lot
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| I know how fragile things can be
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| If I lost them, I’d lose me
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| They’re my ocean, they’re my shore
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| I wanna give them more
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| They’re my home
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| My home
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| Bless this happiness we found
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| Bless this good and solid ground
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| Our home
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| Our home
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| (Our home
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| Our home
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| Our home
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| Our home
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| Our home
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| Our home
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| Our home)
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| I’m home |