Questa è Enida

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It’s a four letter word
a place you go to heal your hurt
it’s an altar, it’s a shelter
one place you’re always welcome
a pink flamingo, double wide
one bedroom in a high rise
a mansion on a hill
where the memories always will
keep you company
whenever you’re alone
after all of my running
I’m finally coming…

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Home…
the world tried to break me
I found a road to take me… home
there ain’t nothing but a blue sky now
after all of my running
I’m finally coming… home

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Well they say it’s where the heart is
and I guess the hardest part is
when your heart is broken
and you’re lost out in the great wide open
looking for a map
finding your way back
to where you belong
oh well that’s where I belong

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Home…
the world tried to break me
I found a road to take me

Home…
there ain’t nothing but a blue sky now
after all of my running
I’m finally coming

Home…
Home….

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Home…
the world tried to break me
I found a road to take me… home
there ain’t nothing but a blue sky now
after all of my running
I’m finally coming
after all of my running
I’m finally coming…

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Home.

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