When you look into my eyes and you see the crazy gypsy in my soul
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It always comes as a surprise
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When I feel my withered roots begin to grow
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Well I never had a place that I could call my very own
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That's all right, my love, 'cause you're my home
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When you touch my weary head & U tell me everything will be all right
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You say, "Use my body for your bed
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And my love will keep you warm throughout the night"
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Well I'll never be a stranger and I'll never be alone
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Whenever we're together, that's my home
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Home can be the Pennsylvania Turnpike, Indiana's early morning too
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Oh, high up in the hills of California, home is just another word for you
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Whoa, whoa
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Well I never had a place that I could call my very own
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That's all right, my love, 'cause you're my home
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If I travel all my life and I never get to stop and settle down
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Long as I have you by my side
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There's a roof above and good walls all around
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You're my castle, you're my cabin and my instant pleasure dome
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I need you in my house 'cause you're my home…You're my home!
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Whoa whoa whoa
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You're My Home (12 Gardens Live)
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| Billy Joel |
