| Looking at the house they live in, I can’t believe I lived there
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| Since I left the dreams don’t end, I remember when I could sleep there
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| Sad am I, I wonder why?
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| Should I try to go inside?
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| I feel shy, across the street I hide
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| That window over there is where my mother and father slept
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| Each one with one eye open, hoping for better days to come
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| Looking at the house they live in, I can’t believe I lived there
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| Since I left the dreams don’t end, sometimes I wish I lived there
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| He came outside, I saw his pride
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| Should I try to go inside?
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| I feel shy, so across the street I hide
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| Behind the wall, my family once had our own secret place
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| I lived in fear each day that tomorrow would be the end of this place
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| Looking at the house they live in, I can’t believe I lived there
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| Since I left the dreams don’t end, sometimes I wish my family was there
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| My mother’s smile, my father’s fragile
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| Should I try to go inside?
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| And I feel shy, so across the street I hide
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| One day soon I hope I’ll find a home in my heart
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| To stop the dreams I have, just want to live within my past
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| Looking at the house they live in, I can’t believe I lived there
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| Since I left the dreams don’t end, but now I know I’m not there
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| Sad am I, I wonder why?
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| Should I try to go inside?
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| Well, I feel shy, so across the street I hide |