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The dimming of the light makes the picture clearer |
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It's just an old photograph, there's nothing to hide |
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When the world was just beginning |
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I memorized her face so it's not forgotten |
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I hear the wind whistle in, come back anytime |
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And we'll mix our lives together |
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Heaven knows, what keeps mankind alive |
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Every hand goes searching for its partner in crime |
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Under chairs and behind tables |
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Connecting to places we have known |
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I'm looking for a home, where the wheels are turning |
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Home, why I keep returning |
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Home, where my world Is breaking in two |
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Home, with the neighbors fighting |
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Home, always so exciting |
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Home, were my parents telling the truth? |
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Home, such a body feeling |
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Home, no one ever speaking |
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Home, with our bodies touching |
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Home, and the cameras watching |
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Home, will infect whatever you do |
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Where home, comes to life from out of the blue |
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Tiny little box from a beach at sunset |
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I took a drink from a jar and into my head |
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Familiar smells and flavors |
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Vehicles are stuck on the plains of heaven |
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I've seen their wheels spinning round |
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And everywhere I can hear those people saying |
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That the eye is the measure of the man |
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You can fly from the stuff that spills around you |
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We're home and the band keeps marching on |
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Connecting to every living sole |
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Compassion for things I'll never know |
