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Every corner of this place, is special in some way

I can almost hear your voice

Echo down the halls when I am still

So still

Time, heavy around me

The pictures on the walls, never change at all

The stairs still creak

Our names are on the bedroom doors

Doors

In fading black paint

Take me home

Home

Where I belong

I can still feel you here

Home

Home

Where I’m strong

I can still feel you here

Home

Home

All those years kept in the wood and stone

No matter that we’re old, even though we’ve grown

We’re children again

When we set foot in the place

The place

Where we began

Take me home

Home

Where I belong

I can still feel you here

Home

Home

Where I’m strong

I can still feel you here

Home

Home

All those years kept in the wood and stone

Take me home

Home

Where I belong

I can still feel you here

Home

Home

Where I’m strong

I can still feel you here

Home

Home

All those years kept in the wood and stone

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