coming home, everywhere
i'm going all over the place, but i never leave home. and everywhere i go there is family.
home is not this box with windows. the only windows i have are these eyes. and this heart is my fireplace; it keeps me toasty warm.
this love is my telephone; call me.
the lines are always open.
home is not this box with windows. the only windows i have are these eyes. and this heart is my fireplace; it keeps me toasty warm.
this love is my telephone; call me.
the lines are always open.
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