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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 |
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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 |
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No monsters in the wall |
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Still I believe |
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Someone waits for me |
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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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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 |
