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Home. patchwork dirt

Home-made dresses

Soft and steady arms to hold me up

High so I could see who I am

I am a cryer

I am a reader

I am a nail biter

I am a listener

I am a patron of the lunar themed cafe down the street

At night I go to share songs

Sure you can request one

I might know it, or I'll make it up to a new beat

Getting used to the feeling of knowing

Where I'm at and where I'm going

Home is where I make it

Home is where my place is

Home is together

Home is here and there

We want to know your name and where you're from because

We love and welcome the weird

We are creators We are thinkers

We pull all the nighters

We are questionable drivers

Home is where we make it

Home is where our place is

It's where we're from

Where we're lifted up

Where we go when we feel love

Home is where we leave our tears

Where we go to disappear

HOME

HOME

Getting used to knowin

Where I'm at and where I'm goin

Getting used to bein

In a place I can breathe in

I'm at home with my outsiders

Home yo its Texas we are riders

It's where we're from where we're lifted up

Where we are when we feel love

Home is somewhere in your head

Where we go to know we'll get fed

It's where we leave our tears

Energy and atmosphere

It's where we disappear

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