| Hold the lamplight to the night
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| See the empty streets
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| Rolling out of sight
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| Turn a deaf ear to the din
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| Ignore the hunger pangs
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| Bundle up against the wind
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| Still I believe
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| Someone waits for me A place to call my own
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| Somewhere to be from
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| A shelter from the storm
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| Where I’ll be safe and warm
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| A future built on stone
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| A place to call my own
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| And once there was a time
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| I had no fear at all
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| None that I recall
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| No future there to taunt
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| No history to haunt me No monsters in the wall
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| Still I believe
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| Someone waits for me Oh, a place to call my own
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| Somewhere to be from
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| A shelter from the storm
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| Where I’ll be safe and warm
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| Of wood and bricks and stone
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| Oh, a place to call my own
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| Somewhere to be from
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| A shelter from the storm
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| Where I’ll be safe and warm
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| A future built on stone
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| A place to call my own |