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What is Home?
I’m home, but not really
I know, that sounds silly
There is a roof over my head
In which where I am fed
This building that I am in
Is where my whole life has been
But despite all of that
My heart feels flat
I am home they say
But my heart is gray
The heart knows when its home
Right now it feels like stone
Where will I find home
How long do I have to roam
Maybe home is him
I might be going out on a lim
But when he’s with me
Home it could be
When his hand in mine
Everything seems so fine
With him I smile a lot
More than I ever thought
Could home be a thing
That makes your heart sing
