| When I think of home
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| I think of a resting place
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| A place where there’s peace, quiet, and serenity
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| And that’s where some of my friends have gone
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| Friends who have traveled with me through my wonderful experience in Oz
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| A journey I’ll never forget
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| When I think of home, I think of a place
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| Where’s there’s love overflowing
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| I wish I was home, I wish I was back there
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| With the things I’ve been knowing
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| Wind that makes the tall grass bend into leaning
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| Suddenly the raindrops that fall they have a meaning
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| Sprinkling the scene
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| Makes it all clean
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| (When I think of home)
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| Maybe there’s a chance for me to go back
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| Now that I have some direction
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| (Maybe there’s a chance I’ll get home)
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| It sure would be nice to be back at home
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| Where there’s love and affection
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| And just maybe I can convince time to slow up
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| Giving me enough time, ooh, in my life to grow up
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| Time be my friend
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| And let me start again
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| Suddenly my world’s gone and changed its fate
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| But I still know where I’m going
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| I have had my mind spun around in space
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| And watched it growing
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| And oh, if you’re listening, God, please don’t make it hard
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| To know if we should believe the things that we see
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| Tell us should we try and stay or should we run away (Should we run away)
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| Or will it be better just to let things, let them be, oh
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| Living here in this brand new world
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| Might be a fantasy
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| But it’s taught me to love, oh yeah
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| And it’s real, it’s so real, it’s real to me
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| And I’ve learned that we must look
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| Inside our hearts to find
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| A world full of love
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| Like yours, like mine
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| Like home
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| Like, like home
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| (When I think of home)
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| My friends smiling down on me
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| Giving me their energy, oh
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| (When I think of home)
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| I think of a peaceful world and joy
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| All around me, yeah
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| (When I think of home)
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| And love that we share can never
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| Never, ever be taken away from me, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| (When I think of home)
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| I just sit down and think
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| And gets on down in my bone, bone, yeah
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| (When I think of home)
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| I can hear my friends telling me
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| Stephanie, please sing my song
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| I want to sing, I want to shout
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| I want to tell you what it’s all about, yeah
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| (When I think of home) |