| I miss calling some place home
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| I miss thinking I could know
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| Where I would spend my final days
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| Or plant a seed and watch it grow
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| I don’t like waking up alone
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| Don’t like cooking meals for one
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| I miss the chaos and the noise
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| The family work that’s never done
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| Now in dreams I swim with the transient whales
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| All we have is each other and the songs we share
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| The songs we share
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| We are never standing still
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| The Earth is spinning round the Sun
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| The Sun is swinging through the heavens
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| And time is always pushing on
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| But this body begs for comfort
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| And it groans with every change
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| Well it hopes it will not suffer
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| Prays in vain it will not age
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| And in dreams I swim with the transient whales
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| All we have is each other and the songs we share
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| The songs we share
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| I love jokes that last for years
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| And having people dropping by
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| I liked being at the center
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| Of a place that felt alive
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| Now my home is in the ocean
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| Where my song can travel free
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| Carried softly by the water
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| To wherever you may be
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| Now in dreams I swim with the transient whales
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| All we have is each other and the songs we share
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| The songs we share
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| All we have is each other and the songs we share
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| The songs we share |