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You can never go back They scuffed at me"
But I'm going home As they'll soon see.

For home isn't a place,It's a smile or a touch,
It's that look in your eyes That tells me so much.

It's that feeling of peace,On a long summer's walk
It's those moments of silence,With no need to talk.

It's the warmth of fingers Whenever they meet.
It's knowing you're there Which makes me complete.

It's dreams of the future,And memories of the past
And when i can look in your eyes,I'll be home at last.

Just Me


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