| When I think of home I think of a place
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| Where there’s love overflowing
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| I wish I was home, I wish I was back there
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| With the things I’ve been knowing
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| Wind that makes the tall trees bend into leaning
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| Suddenly the snowflakes that fall have a meaning
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| Sprinkling the scene, makes it all clean
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| Maybe there’s a chance for me to go back there
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| Now that I have some direction
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| It would sure be nice to be back home
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| Where there’s love and affection
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| And just maybe I could convince time to slow up
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| Giving me enough time in my life to grow up
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| Time be my friend, let me start again
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| Suddenly my world has changed it’s face
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| But I still know where I’m going
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| I have had my mind spun around in space
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| And yet I’ve watched it growing
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| Oh, if you’re listening God
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| Please don’t make it hard to know
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| If we should believe in the things that we see
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| Tell us, should we run away
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| Should we try and stay or would it be
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| Better just to let things be
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| Living here in this brand new world might be a fantasy
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| But you taught me to love
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| So it’s real, real to me |
| And I’ve learned that we must look inside our hearts to find
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| Wooh hoo hooh
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| A world full of love
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| Like yours, like mine
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| Like home… |