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The Boxer

(paul simon)
I am just a poor boy though my storys seldom told
I have squandered my existence
On a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
All lies in jest, till a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
Well I left my home and family I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station runnin scared
Layin low seeking out the poor quarters
Where the ragged people go, looking for the places
Only they would know
Li li li [etc.]
Only seeking workmans wages I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue
I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
In a-laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was home
Going home
Where the new york city winters arent a-bleding me
Bleeding me
Going home
Da da da [etc.]
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every bloke that laid him down or cleft him
Till he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving
But the fighter still remains
Li li li [etc.]

song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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The Boxer

Im just a poor boy
Though my storys seldom told
I have squadered my resistance
For a pocketful of numbles
Such are promises, all lies and jest
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest.
When I left my home and family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared, laying low
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know.
Asking only workmans wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue
I do declare
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there.
Then Im laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone, going home
Where the new york city winters arent bleeding me
Leading me
Going home.
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving
But the fighter still remains.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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The Boxer

I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises
All lies in jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear, and disregards the rest
hmm hmm hmmm
When I left my home and my family, was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station running scared
Laying low seeking out the poorer quarters, Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
lie la lie, lie la la-lie lie la-lie, lie-la lie, lie la la-lie lie la lie la-la la lie lie.
Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job, but I get no offers
Just a come on from the whores on seventh avenue
I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
la la la ...
lie la lie, lie la la-lie lie la-lie, lie-la lie, lie la la-lie lie la lie la-la la lie lie.
And I am laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, Going home
Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me, Leading me, going home
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and shame, I am leaving, I am leaving,
But the fighter still remains hmm hmm hmm
lie la lie, lie la la-lie lie la-lie, lie-la lie, lie la la-lie lie la lie la-la la lie lie.

song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
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The Boxer

I am just a poor boy, though my storys seldom told.
I have squandered my resistance,
For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises.
All lies and jest.
Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.
When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy,
In the company of strangers,
In the quiet of a railway station, runnin scared.
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters,
Where the ragged people go.
Lookin for the places, only they would know.
Lie-la-lie ...
Asking only workmans wages I come lookin for a job,
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue.
I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome,
I took some comfort there.
Oooh la, la, la ...
And the years are rollin by me.
They are rockin evenly.
I am older than I once was, and younger than Ill be.
Thats not unusual.
It isnt strange,
After changes upon changes, we are more or less the same.
After changes, we are more or less the same.
Lie-la-lie ...
Then Im laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone,
Going home, where the new york city winters arent bleedin me.
Leadin me, to goin home.
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade,
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down,
Or cut him til he cried out in his anger and his shame,
I am leaving, I am leaving.
But the fighter still remains.
Lie-la-lie ...

song performed by by Paul Simon
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New-York-City Sad Song

I am in New York City, but New York City,
It does not belong to me. You understand?
I am in New York City, but New York City is not in me.
What do I mean? Listen, I am from Chicago, Illinois.
Been in New York City for thirty-five years.
I am a New Yorker! You must understand!

Nope, nope, I probably confuse you.

What happens here? I have some examples.
Take the Second Avenue Subway. It doesn't exist!
City continues the project as long as I remember.
Seventh Avenue, midtown calls it, Fashion Avenue;
Yet garment making and design,
Do they play any role in today's American trade?

And the neighborhoods, they all look the same.
Look down the blocks. What do you see?
Corporate interests and franchise,
Dunkin' Donuts and big-time banks,
And, on almost every other corner,
Drug-store chains hawking their wares,
That's the story, the moms-and-pops, those stores,
Those stores are gone.

I notice more begging,
People seeking handouts more today than I ever recall.
The murder rate spikes. The poor kill the poor;
Children shoot other children.

And the City's once renowned middle class forced to flee,
I see a Great Migration,
A town left to ladies with big, diamond engagement rings,
And babies pushed in fancy perambulators.

By the way New York City's mayor,
He is the richest man in the state.

And you, yes, you, too,
You are not around much anymore.
How seldom I see you during the course of a year!
I am lonely without you.
I miss your not being home with me.
Nowadays, you go abroad
And, when you return, we go for dinner.
I only see you once in a while and then for a short time.

Ever notice all the lottery tickets which losers leave
On counter tops, and discard to the floor?
Seems many people hope to change their luck.

You follow? You understand what I mean?

I am in New York City, but New York City is not in me.

poem by by unknown author
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My Sister Left Home...part I

My sister is leaving home
Leaving ever for Rome
Her return is to be history
Enchanted by an untold mystery

I hated her, oh-so much
Her and her stupid lot of friends
Bossy, screaming, arrogant girls
Oh- I’m so happy she’s leaving home!

No more knocking before entering
No more kicking and screaming
I don’t have to listen to her muttering
And a big room, I’ll get to myself at last
Oh- I’m so happy she’s leaving home!

No more tears, no more cry
No more fear or dark red eyes
I can chat so long, no one to bother
Oh- I’m so happy she’s leaving home!

No more busy phones
No more messy rooms
No more itchy-bichy screaming tones
Oh- I’m so happy she’s leaving home

Poor gnomes of poor Rome
Feel pity for their near future
To listen to her, to resist her
Oh- I’m so happy she’s leaving home!

(written for SAFAH HARRIS, when she left home)

poem by Sania Harris
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Going Home

Writers: leo sayer & alan tarney
No crying no sighing Im going home
Im leaving no grieving Im going home
And theres no one here
And theres nothing here gonna turn me around
Been a lifetime here full of doubt and fear
Been the talk of the town
Im going home
Im going home
Im going home
Im smiling Im flying Im going home
No sad face no suitcase Im going home
And Im thinking back
To the girl I left is she waiting for me
When I left my heart wasnt in my hands
Is she waiting home for me
When I get home
When I get home
When I get home
I know my friends will be there
And they will welcome me
Ill wash away these memories
From these dirty streets
When I get home
When I get home
When I get home
When I get home
Im dreaming Im scheming Im going home
Im racing times wasting Im going home
And I see my home and I see my dream
I see everyone there
Going right back down to when I was free
And I hadnt a care
Im going home
Im going home
Im going home
And in my babys eyes
I see joy and pride
Uncover all those lies
That I left behind
When I get home
And I see my home and I see my dream
I see everyone there
Going right back down to when I was free
And I hadnt a care
When I get home

song performed by by Leo Sayer
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Home Is Not Where The Heart Lies

Home is not where the heart lies.
Home is where there are too many sins to name.
Home is where I cry too many times.
Home has no meaning.
Home is where all of my woes lie.
Home has no love for me.
Home makes me sad.
Home I cannot stand.
Home is where I get picked on most.
Home is where I hate most.
Home I wish would disappear.
Home is only adding to more of my troubles.
Home is where all my family hates me.
Home is where my sister won’t leave me alone.
Home is where my step father won’t stop picking on me.
Home is where my mum won’t stop babying me.
Home is no longer home.
Home has too many things to think about.
Home has too many too many troubles.
Home is where I do secrets no-one knows about.
Home is where everyone lies.
Home is not where the heart lies.

poem by Ellie Parker
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Home:

Home…

Home is where you were born.
Home is where you were raised,
Home is were you grew up,
Home was what had shaped you,
Home is what gave you your foundation
And what help you grow into something amazing,
Home is what you left behind to become something bigger,
Home is what you remember many years after leaving,
Home is what you become missing for,
Home is where you crave to be when you're done with you adventures,
Even thought you left home, for another place,
Home has never left,
It's still there,
On the same old street,
With the same old lawn,
With the same old people,
Just waiting there,
For you and only you,
It is there for you and only you,
Because with out it,
Without a home,
You wouldn't have a place to go back to,
A place was you can call your own..well, home...

poem by Sherry Painter
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Lost and Found

In a southern city lived a wealthy family;
In a southern city was the happy home
Of a father and mother and a little daughter.
In peace and contentment they lived alone.

But one summer evening there happened a misfortune,
Which caused the parents to weep and mourn,
For this little daughter, a loving little treasure,
Was a poor little wanderer far, far from home.

It happened thus, -- the mother went out calling
On a widow friend, who lived all alone;
She left her little daughter in the care of her father,
And through his neglect she wandered from home.

The father rocked his child, till her eyes closed in slumber;
Thought he to himself, I'll go over across the way,
And see a neighbor friend; he'll be there this evening,
And I must see him before he goes away.

He left his little one, he supposed, sweetly sleeping
In her little cradle, in the house alone,
And in his great hurry he left the gate ajar;
This thoughtlessness caused destruction to his home.

Soon after he was gone she awoke from her slumber,
Poor child, she then found herself all alone,
For no one was there, no one heard her weeping
As she wandered away far, far from home.

She wandered along on the busy thoroughbare,
No one seemed to notice this little one alone;
She wandered down Broadway till the little feet were tired,
This poor little wanderer far away from home.

At last, getting weary, she sat down on the pavement,
And soon fell asleep, so tired had she grown;
In her troubled sleep she would softly murmur, papa;
This poor little lost one so far away from home.

A policeman came along and saw her sweetly sleeping,
On the pavement at midnight alone.
He gently picked her up and took her to the station,
This poor little wanderer far away from home.

He advertised, but could not find her parents;
At last he took her to the orphan home,
Where she lived till a farmer in the country
Took her to live with him, this wanderer alone.

The father died o'er the loss of his daughter,
The mother sought for her three years alone;
At last she found her with kind people in the country,
Her poor little wanderer far away from home.

Kind people can imagine the joy of the mother,
When she found her little loving one.
"Oh God," exclaimed the mother, "I have found my little Alice,
My poor little wanderer far away from home.

poem by Julia A Moore
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New York City Boy

When youre a boy
Some days are tough
Lying on your bad
Playing punk rock and stuff
Home is a boot camp
You gotta escape
Wanna go and wander
In the ticker-tape
You feel the deal is real
Youre a new york city boy
So young, so run
Into new york city
New york city boy
Youll never have a bored day
cause youre a new york city boy
Where seventh avenue meets broadway
The street is amazing
The hoochies unreal
Check out all the hardware
At the latest deal
Hear a song
Thats the bomb
If you dont get the mix
Its got eighty-six
You feel the deal is real
Youre in new york city
New york city boy
Youll never have a bored day
cause youre a new york city boy
Where seventh avenue meets broadway
New york city boy
This is your reward day
cause youre a new york city boy
Where seventh avenue meets broadway
Then as the evening falls
You can return its calls
You feel the deal is real
Youre a new york city boy
So young, so run
Into new york city
New york city boy
Youll never have a bored day
cause youre a new york city boy
Where seventh avenue meets broadway

song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Home

I work so hard, so dont trip me up
Shakin a leg like the tail o the pup
Im payin dues till I register heat
Sure hope I dont end up on the street
Home, boy
Home, boy
Everybody needs a home
Home, boy
Home, boy
Everybody needs a home
So many people rise and fall
Whos lookin after you at all?
Nobody knows anybody at all
Strangers in paradise down at the mall
Home, boy
Home, boy
Everybody needs a home
Home, boy
Home, boy
Everybody needs a home
The life we live is tricky tricky
I love my home, and my family
Whos gonna love you when the
Mountain gets steep?
Were gonna make it-in a jeep

song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Ill Come Runnin

Its been such a long time
Since I havent seen your face.
Theres a tear on your cheek
Where your smile used to be cause Im going away.
We had such a good time,
Though we knew this day might come.
So when you hold me tonight, squeeze a little tighter
cause in the morning, Ill be gone.
And, I tell you, baby, now, I might be long.
But, Ill come runnin.
Ill come runnin home.
Ill come runnin home to you.
Ill come runnin (Ill come runnin).
Ill come runnin home (Ill come).
Ill come runnin home to you.
Its already 5 am.
We havent got much sleep just yet.
Sun is rising.
I wish I could make time stand still.
I look in your eyes, now, love and I dont know what to say.
The words, the words.
And if you say youll wait me for me, now, I know youll try.
But, Ill come runnin.
Ill come runnin home.
Ill come runnin home to you, you.
I will come runnin home (Ill come runnin).
Ill never leave you alone, girl (Ill come).
Ill always come runnin home to you. you.
I (Ill come runnin) (Ill come)
I will, I will, I will,
I will come home and Ill always come home right to you.
(Ill come runnin)
No matter what I did, no matter what I do. (Ill come)
Ill always. Ill always come runnin home.
Ill always come runnin home to you.
Ill come runnin. Ill come. Ill come runnin. Ill come.

song performed by by Hootie & The Blowfish
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Freedom Fighter

You cant control me tell me what to do
Chained in mediocrity so I can be like you
I am not a statue not part of a machine
Im sick and tired of the whole routine
Calculate your future, computerise your past
Instant replay if its gone too fast
Take away my freedom, take away my home
Im only human but it might now show
Im not made of stone
Im a freedom fighter I got something to say
Im a freedom fighter get out of my way
Hide behind your politics, hide behind your rules
Tell me Im a man but you treat me like a fool
Its the same old story with a different name
You give us all a number and nothing changes
Out in the winter of a world upon its knees
Everyone is watching but no one sees
You cant take my freedom you know it is my right
If you try and stop me Im gonna fight
With all of my might
Im a freedom fighter and Im taking command
Im a freedom fighter and Im making a stand
Fighting for breath as the world gathers speed
Times running out for the things that I need
Im a freedom fighter I gotta take a stand
Im a freedom fighter, yeah thats what I am
Im a freedom fighter I cant take it no more
Im a freedom fighter no no more
Im a freedom fighter but Im not afraid
Im a freedom fighter get out of my way.

song performed by by Rainbow
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I Have Found Me A Home

By: jimmy buffett
1973
The days drift by
They dont have names
None of the streets here look the same
And therere so many quiet places
And smilin eyes match the smilin faces
Chorus:
And I have found me a home
I have found me a home
You can have the rest of everything I own
cause I have found me a home
My ol red bike
Gets me around
To the bars and the beaches of my town
There arent many reasons I would leave
cause I have found me some peace
And the ladies arent demandin here
Theyll never ask too much
When youre comin off a cold love
Thats sure a nice warm touch
Chorus:
Yes I have found me a home
I have found me a home
You can have the rest of everything I own
cause I have found me a home
And the days drift by
They dont have names
And none of the streets here look the same
There arent many reasons I would leave
cause I have found me some peace
Yes I have found me a home
I have found me a home
You can have the rest of everything I own
cause I have found me a home
Yes I have found me a home

song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Broken Freedom Song

Got a song about a soldier,
Ridin somewhere on a train
Empty sleeve pinned to his shoulder
And some pills to ease the pain
Started drinkin in el paso,
He was drunk in san antone,
Tellin strangers who were sleepin
How he hated goin home
Just a simple song of freedom,
He was never fightin for,
No ones listenin when you need em,
Aint no fun to sing that song no more.
Got a song about a sister,
Waitin somewhere by the phone,
For some man who never missed her,
Ever since he come and gone
And its harder for a woman,
With a baby on the way,
Thats the price of bein human,
When youre poor enough to pay,
So she listens to the freedom,
In the silence at her door
No ones missin till you need em
Aint no fun to sing that song no more
Got a song about a savior,
Lookin lonesome and afraid,
At a city full of strangers,
And a cross he never made
And hes sadder than hes wiser,
And a longer way from home,
And he wonders why his father,
Left him bleeding and alone.
Just a broken song of freedom,
And the closing of a door,
No ones missin till you need em
Aint no fun to sing that song no more.

song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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I Wish I Had My Home

Home

Brandon

Home

What is a home?

Where is home?

When can I go home?

Home is a place where you can feel safe

Home is a place where you can break down in the free

Home is the place where you feel joy happiness and whole

Home is a place where you lay your heart in

I have laid my heart in three different places

(What) My first home is a place everywhere

All I need is a basket and a ball

All I did was give a ball love and I got something better in return

A ball gave me hope, understanding and appreciation for true love

I have never put more hours into one thing than it

It was always my top priority and I was it’s top priority

Better than any girlfriend and any friend

Home

Brandon

Home

What is a home?

Where is home?

When can I go home?

Home is a place where you can feel safe

Home is a place where you can break down in the free

Home is the place where you feel joy happiness and whole

Home is a place where you lay your heart in

I have laid my heart in three different places

(What) My first home is a place everywhere

All I need is a basket and a ball

All I did was give a ball love and I got something better in return

A ball gave me hope, understanding and appreciation for true love

I have never put more hours into one thing than it

It was always my top priority and I was it’s top priority

Better than any girlfriend and any friend

It only treated me great when I treated it great

I could never leave my hear with it because it put it’s heart in mine

I wish I had my home

(Where) My home is a place where dreams are rested and free and comfort

I feel safe, I feel that I can get some sleep and I feel that Im at home

When my body needs a rest it has hammocks for me

When I need a place to think and collaborate it always had a quite spot with a beautiful view for me

When I need a place to escape to, it welcomes me with open arms and I can stay as long as I like

I have made my imprint in the Cayman Islands and It has left its imprint in me and have left one part of my life in it and

I wish I could go back home.

(When) I miss her so much and I would do anything to see her again

I miss her humbleness, her laugh and her comfort when I need to break down

I miss her when I need her there or when there is a good moment

I miss my home because my home is in her

She is my home but it is a place where I cannot stay

Instead of me leaving my home, my home left me and I forgot something inside

I know she can take care of my home but I hope she takes care of my heart

If it has too I know it will bleed for her and it would become hers

All I want is to know when I can go and see my home where my heart lays

poem by Buddha Love
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Angel Come Home

Oo ooo ooo ooo ooo
Now the puzzles laid out on my table
The pieces dont fit
I move from chair to chair
But that empty ones there where she used to sit
Im sitting here going out of my mind
cause shes gone away
She couldnt wait, now i
Im afraid its too late
Im waitin till my angel comes home
Its been hell bein here alone
Ill be in heaven when my angel comes home
Angel, angel come home
If you see her tell my angel come home
Oo oo oo angel come home
If you see her tell my angel to come home
Does she remember
That I cant forget
Does she know I regret
I never told her how i
I wanted to hold her
I just let her go
Lonely nights thinkin
Its starting to sink in
We had a way to go
Well grow closer together
By being apart
When my angel comes home
Its been hell bein here alone
God tell me, why has she flown
So far away
I pray she wont stay another day
Ill be in heaven when my angel comes home
Please come home
Angel, come home
If you see her tell my angel come home
Hoo ooo angel, come home
If you see her tell my angel to come home
Hey hey angel, come home
If you see her tell my angel to come home
Ho oo angel come home
If you see her tell my angel to come home
Hey angel come home
If you see her tell my angel to come home
If you see that girl my angel come home
Hey hey angel come home

song performed by by Beach Boys
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Homeward Bound

Im sitting in the railway station.
Got a ticket to my destination.
On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand.
And evry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thoughts escaping,
Home where my musics playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Evry days an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines.
And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories
And evry strangers face I see reminds me that I long to be,
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thoughts escaping,
Home where my musics playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Tonight Ill sing my songs again,
Ill play the game and pretend.
But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thoughts escaping,
Home where my musics playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Silently for me.

song performed by by Paul Simon
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You've Got Her In Your Pocket

You've got her in your pocket
And there's no way out now
Put it in the safe and lock it
'cause it's at home sweet home
Nobody ever told you that it was the wrong way
To trick a woman, make her feel she did it her way
And you'll be there if she ever feels blue
And you'll be there when she FINDS someone new
What to do
Well you know
You keep her in your pocket
Where there's no way out now
Put it in a safe a lock it
'cause it's home sweet home
The smile on your face made her think she had the right one
Then she thought she was sure
By the way you two could have fun
But now she might leave
like she's threatened before
grab hold of her fast
before her feet leave the floor
and she's out the door
Cause you want,
To keep you in my pocket
Where there's no way out now
Put it in a safe a lock it
'cause it's home sweet home
And in your own mind
You know you're lucky just to know her
And in the beginning all you wanted was to show her
But now your scared
You think she's running away
You're searching your head for something clever to say
Dont go away
Cause i want,
To keep you in my pocket
where there's no way out
put it in the safe and lock it
cos' it's home sweet home
Home sweet home

song performed by by White Stripes
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Ill Be Home

Ill be home
Ill be home
When your nights are troubled
And youre all alone
When youre feeling down
And need some sympathy
And theres no one else around
To keep you company
Remember, baby,
You can always count on me
Ill be home
Ill be home
Ill be home
Ill be home
Ill be home
Wherever you may wander
And wherever you may roam
You come back
Ill be waiting here for you
No one else will ever love you
The way I do
Ill be here to comfort you
And see you through
Ill be home
Ill be home
Ill be home

song performed by by Randy Newman
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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