| Children playing in the upstairs room
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| TV screaming out the news at noon
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| Laundry blowing in the western breeze
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| Wind rushing through the autumn leaves
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| Your sweet voice saying come to bed
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| Is like a whisper dancing in my head
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| Soon the feeling of the fantasy
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| Becomes a bittersweet symphony
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| Where I can hear the music playing
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| And I can feel the sunlight of your smile
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| Baby could you hold your heartbeat
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| Closer to the phone
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| So I can hear the sound of home
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| I keep you with me everywhere I turn
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| Every minute, every mile I yearn
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| Must be something that is driving me
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| I guess the fire’s still alive in me
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| But in the silence of this lonely room
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| By the cold light of the rising moon
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| I start to wonder if it all makes sense
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| I miss those days of innocence
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| Where I can hear the music playing
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| And I can feel the sunlight of your smile
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| Baby could you hold your heartbeat
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| Closer to the phone
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| So I can hear the sound of home
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| Close my eyes just drifting
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| Feel my mood start lifting
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| Think of you and float away
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| Give me strenght to make it
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| For one more night I’ll take it
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| Get me to the light of day
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| 'Cause I can hear the music playing
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| And I can feel the sunlight of your smile
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| Baby could you hold your heartbeat
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| Closer to the phone
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| So I can hear the sound of home |