| Oh, I love this house, I love this house
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| Gives me the greatest peace I’ve ever known
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| Oh, I love to hear those conkers fall
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| Smash 'em on an Southwark stone
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| And I love that here you live with me
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| Gives me the greatest peace I’ve ever known
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| 'Cause I’ve been too long a lonely man
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| Yes, I’ve been too long a rolling stone
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| So let seasons turn
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| Grow paradise garden
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| And to my migration
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| The native has returned
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| Oh, I love the curling of your hair
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| Gives me the greatest peace I’ve ever known
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| I see Dylan Thomas in your face
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| Recited Butler Yeats there in your grace
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| Your grace, your grace
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| So let seasons turn
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| Grow paradise garden
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| And to my migration
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| The native has returned
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| Returned
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| Returned
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| And if I had to die today
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| Scatter my ashes on this place
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| And I live on in your grieving heart
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| But until that day that we depart
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| Oh, this is the greatest peace I’ve ever known
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| Oh, the greatest peace I’ve ever known
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| Oh, the greatest peace I’ve ever known
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| Only love makes house a home
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| Home
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| Home
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| Home
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| This house is home
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| Home |