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My fingers brush over the piano keys, Over the top, Along the side, I breathe, Looking around the room, I can't help but think: *I know this place, I know this feeling, I know this house, This is home. That little back bedroom used to be a fortress, The prince always came right to the door, My barbies vacationed in that bathroom down the hall, My sister and I used to play until the water went cold in the tub, My mom cooked many Christmas dinners in that kitchen, I used to watch her all the time. I don't know when it happened, My siblings got older, My parents divorced, Everyone left, And I.. I just want to go home.*
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Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC
Home.
My fingers brush over the piano keys, Over the top, Along the side, I breathe, Looking around the room, I can't help but think: *I know this place, I know this feeling, I know this house, This is home. That little back bedroom used to be a fortress, The prince always came right to the door, My barbies vacationed in that bathroom down the hall, My sister and I used to play until the water went cold in the tub, My mom cooked many Christmas dinners in that kitchen, I used to watch her all the time. I don't know when it happened, My siblings got older, My parents divorced, Everyone left, And I.. I just want to go home.*
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Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC
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