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Home
Every bed I’ve laid
Home
Every roof above my head
Home
No place like
Home
No place like
Every boy I’ve smiled to
Every man I’ve shared the bed
No place like
Home
Lifetime drifting
Heart of a gipsy
Won’t look back home
I’m exiled in my songs
Home
No place like
Home
No place like
Every boy I’ve loved
Every man I left sleeping in a motel bed
Until I fall on the ground
In the spot I will die
Love will be found
But there’s no hope it was all a lie
Love will be found
But there’s no home it was all a lie