| Fifth floor
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| She’s up in her dorm
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| Studyin' for her midterms
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| She’s had one of those weeks
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| Where the world it seems is against her
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| Right on cue a picture pops up on her laptop
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| She can’t pick her cell phone up fast enough
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| Sometimes you just need a little home
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| Some «hey mom and dad what’s goin' on?
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| I’m just checkin' in
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| No, there ain’t nothing wrong»
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| Sometimes you just need a little home
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| Well, he’s tired
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| Sits down in the sand
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| Shoe box in his hand
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| Half a world away
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| And he smiles
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| When he sees who it’s from
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| He lays down his gun
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| No, he can’t wait
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| Cards and letters and something sweet
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| He takes a bite and reads
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| How everybody sends their love and he tears up
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| Sometimes you just need a little home
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| A little let you know you’re not alone
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| To carry in your heart
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| And keep your spirit strong
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| Sometimes you just need a little home
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| Sometimes
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| I’d like to drive back through that little town
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| Sometimes
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| And get my feet back on
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| Get my feet back on the ground
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| Sometimes you just need a little home
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| A little «hey, you’ve been gone way too long»
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| Yeah, way too long
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| No matter how grown up you get
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| Oh, no matter how far you roam
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| Sometimes you just need a little home
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| Home sweet home
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| Sometimes you just need a little home
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| «Hey, mom and dad, what’s goin' on?» |