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Oh, I love this house, I love this house |
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Gives me the greatest peace I've ever known |
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Oh, I love to hear those conkers fall |
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Smash 'em on an Southwark stone |
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And I love that here you live with me |
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Gives me the greatest peace I've ever known |
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'Cause I've been too long a lonely man |
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Yes, I've been too long a rolling stone |
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So let seasons turn |
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Grow paradise garden |
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And to my migration |
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The native has returned |
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Oh, I love the curling of your hair |
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Gives me the greatest peace I've ever known |
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I see Dylan Thomas in your face |
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Recited Butler Yeats there in your grace |
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Your grace, your grace |
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So let seasons turn |
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Grow paradise garden |
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And to my migration |
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The native has returned |
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Returned |
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Returned |
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And if I had to die today |
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Scatter my ashes on this place |
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And I live on in your grieving heart |
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But until that day that we depart |
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Oh, this is the greatest peace I've ever known |
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Oh, the greatest peace I've ever known |
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Oh, the greatest peace I've ever known |
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Only love makes house a home |
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Home |
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Home |
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Home |
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This house is home |
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Home |
