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Ingrid Michaelson - Are We There Yet |
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They say that home is where the heart is |
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I guess I haven't found my home. |
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We keep driving around in circles |
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Afraid to call this place our home. |
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And are we there yet? |
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They say there's linings made of silver |
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Folded inside each rainy cloud |
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Will we need someone to deliver |
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Our silver lining now? |
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And are we there yet? |
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And are we there yet? |
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And are we there yet? |
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Home, home, home |
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Home, home, home |
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They say you're really not somebody |
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Until somebody else loves you. |
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Well, I am waiting to make |
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Somebody, somebody soon. |
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And are we there yet? |
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And are we there yet? |
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And are we there yet? |
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Home, home, home, home. |
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Home, home, home, home. |
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Where you will lie on the rug |
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While I play with the dog. |
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And you won't be too much |
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'Cause this is too much. |
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'Cause this is too much for me to hold. |
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This is too much for me to hold. |
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Home, home, home. |
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And are we there yet? |
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And are we there yet? |
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And are we there yet? |
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Home, home, home. |
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Home, home, home. |
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Home. |
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And are we there yet? |
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And are we there yet? |
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And are we there yet? |
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And are we there? |
