| Little boy, six years old
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| A little too used to being alone
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| Another new mom and dad
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| Another school, another house that will never be home
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| When people ask him how he likes this place
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| He looks up and says with a smile upon his face
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| This is my temporary home, it’s not where I belong
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| Windows and rooms that I’m passing through
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| This is just a stop on the way to where I’m going
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| I’m not afraid because I know
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| This is my temporary home
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| Young mom, on her own
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| She needs a little help, got nowhere to go
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| She’s looking for a job, looking for a way out
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| 'Cause a halfway house will never be a home
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| At night she whispers to her baby girl
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| «Someday we’ll find our place here in this world»
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| This is our temporary home, it’s not where we belong
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| Windows and rooms that we’re passing through
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| This is just a stop on the way to where we’re going
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| I’m not afraid because I know
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| This is our temporary home
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| Old man, hospital bed
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| The room is filled with people he loves
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| And he whispers
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| «Don't cry for me, I’ll see you all someday»
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| He looks up and says
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| «I can see God’s face»
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| This is my temporary home, it’s not where I belong
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| Windows and rooms that I’m passing through
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| This was just a stop on the way to where I’m going
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| I’m not afraid because I know
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| This was my temporary home
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| This is our temporary home |