| Here, I’m filling my pockets
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| Over there I’d fill my soul
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| Sense of pride
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| Sense of peace and calm, I’m back home
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| Lay your head on my shoulder
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| And let your heart speak
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| Sense of pride
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| Sense of joy and calm, I’m back home
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| A piece of me was missing
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| Or maybe it was the sea
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| Maybe it was the stone house
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| A piece of me was missing
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| Or maybe it was the ocean air
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| Maybe it was the sand
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| Calling me back home
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| Here, I’m filling my pockets
|
| Over there I’d fill my soul
|
| Sense of pride
|
| Sense of peace and calm, I’m back home
|
| Lay your head on my shoulder
|
| And let your heart speak
|
| Sense of pride
|
| Sense of joy and calm, I’m back home
|
| We’ve been busy, we’ve been silly
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| Always working for more
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| We can fix it, so easily
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| Whispers on the shore
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| We’ve been busy, we’ve been silly
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| Always working for more
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| We can fix it, let the city
|
| Whisper on the shore
|
| A piece of me was missing
|
| Or maybe it was the sea
|
| Maybe it was the stone house
|
| A piece of me was missing
|
| Or maybe it was the sea
|
| Maybe it was the stone house
|
| A piece of me was missing
|
| Or maybe it was the ocean air
|
| Maybe it was the sand
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| Calling me back home |