| In this house where I grew up
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| With cozy chairs and broken cups
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| Memories piled up to the ceiling
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| Can they tell what I am feeling
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| I know this house outside and in
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| But three birds fly upon my skin
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| Lay my head down in the darkness
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| Like so many nights before this
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| In this bed where I rest
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| I’m homeless
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| This house I know best
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| But I’m homeless
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| My hunger it grows
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| And it won’t let me go
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| And it burns in my chest
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| I’m homeless
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| Heavy steps on hardwood floors
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| Into my room through broken doors
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| Try to leave this day behind me
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| But peace will never find me
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| In this bed where I rest
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| I’m homeless
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| This house I know best
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| But I’m homeless
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| My hunger it grows
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| And it won’t let me go
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| And it burns in my chest
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| I’m homeless
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| I have a place
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| I can call my own
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| That’s where I go 'til the night is gone
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| I travel my mind
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| And into my heart
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| Nobody knows when I go that far
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| In this bed where I rest
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| I’m homeless
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| This house I know best
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| But I’m homeless
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| My hunger it grows
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| And it won’t let me go
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| And it burns in my chest
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| I’m homeless |