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Jun 2018
Four walls
And some halls

A bed
A shed

In the garage is a car
In the basement, a bar

Some beds
For people to lay their heads

A plot of land
Where you play with your band

None of that
Goes in the hat

Home is where the heart lies
And cries

Where you heal
And can feel

Where you can shake
And eventually break

Where you smile
At least once in a while

Where you can fear
But don't have to hear

It's all of the above
Home is where you love

I can't wait to be home
Written by
Timothy Pitts
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