That's my home to me,
That's my home to me,
Please don't take it from me,
Please don't take it from me, from me.
Electric lights, blurs my stare,
I'm crawling for a space to breath,
Why should my home concern your needs?
Please don't take it from me, me,
A baby chair, a rocking horse,
A nervous wreck, a memory loss,
And sleeping pills, ease the pain,
I'm coming back,
I'm back again, again.
That's my home, that's my life to me,
Please don't take it away from me,
Please don't, take it from me.
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