| I know where I belong, I feel it burning deep inside me
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| I’ve made my way this far, God my witness, I’ve been fighting
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| I’m not about to settle, hell no, that’s not even an option
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| I find it hard to sleep, I’m wide awake just staring blankly
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| If I’m being open and honest, I’m scared and angry
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| I finally saw it, it was right there in my fingers, I lost it
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| But this is where my home is
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| I don’t even wanna hear it if you thinking different
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| I don’t even care whose name is written on the deed
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| Or if there’s different people sleeping in it
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| I meant it, this is where my home is
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| I can’t even tell you how I know it
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| This ain’t a dream and don’t be hoping
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| It’s the place in which the pavement upon my road ends
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| Yeah, this is where my home is
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| And that’s where you’ll find me
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| This is where my home is
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| And that’s where you’ll find me
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| There’s not much worse in life than finally finding something special
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| Just to watch it pass in the crowd and being forced to let go
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| It cuts out all etceteras
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| I’d rather walk through a fire
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| I lie in silence, just wrenching in a soulless prison
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| They say there’s option before me, but I know there isn’t
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| How loud it echos inside of me, a choral desire
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| Saying this is where my home is
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| And I don’t even wanna hear it if you thinking different
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| I don’t even care whose name is written on the deed
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| Or if there’s different people sleeping in it
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| I meant it, this is where my home is
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| I can’t even tell you how I know it
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| This ain’t a dream and don’t be hoping
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| It’s the place in which the pavement upon my road ends
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| This is where my home is
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| And that’s where you’ll find me
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| Where you’ll find me, this is where my home
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| That’s where you’ll find me
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| I’m so
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| I can almost taste the future
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| But I lay it down in the ground and say a few words
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| Then shortly after, there I then will place a marker
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| Where I latch these words
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| This is where my home is
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| And I don’t even wanna hear it if you thinking different
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| I don’t even care whose name is written on the deed
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| Or if there’s different people sleeping in it
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| I meant it, this is where my home is
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| I can’t even tell you how I know it
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| This ain’t a dream
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| And don’t be hoping it’s the place in which the pavement upon my road ends
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| This is where my home is
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| And that’s where you’ll find me, ooh
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| This is where my home is
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| And that’s where you’ll find me |