| Home Grown
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| (written by Michelle Malone (c)1999 Strange Bird Songs/Ensign Music/ASCAP)
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| I been sitting in this apartment feels like for thirteen years. |
| Since I was
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| back in college just a few short miles from here. |
| My future was bright and
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| shiny I had wings upon my feet. |
| And I didn t give a damn about anybody else but
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| me
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| This is home apartment number 8. This is home won t you sit down in the shade?
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| The garden s all grown over, and the neighbors come and go. |
| But Chris has lived
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| across the street for 7 years or so. |
| Now the plaster s peeling from the walls,
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| and the ceiling s got some leaks. |
| I can walk through here with my eyes closed
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| and still avoid the creaks
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| This is home where the best plans have been laid. |
| This is home where I grew up
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| much too late. |
| Will you lay down beside me before it gets too late.
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| And let me welcome you into my home
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| I ve been sitting in this apartment waiting for my ship to sail.
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| But the canvas started rotting through and there s rust upon the rail.
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| Back when I dropped my anchor I didn t know it d be so long before I d saved
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| up enough cash to pack up and move on
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| How many times can I promise myself that everything turns for the best?
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| How many years can a woman pretend she deserves just what she gets?
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| But this is home where I ve learned from my mistakes. |
| This is home where my
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| dreams began to fade. |
| Won t you lay down beside me before it gets too late.
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| And let me welcome you into my home |