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Did you wake up without me
I didn’t hear you go
But I can tell something’s changed
In America’s oldest home
And though I feel something’s different I don’t really know
Though it’s true it’s unspoken
There’s so many ways to feel like we’re home
There’s so many ways to feel like we’re home
And property can be a sanctuary
Can be a place where you know nothing’s going to change
But that’s a rarity, almost imaginary
You can feel it when things get rearranged
Did you wake up without me again?
Well I should have known
I can smell breakfast drifting through America’s oldest home
And when I wake up tomorrow the walls will be gone
Though it’s true it’s unspoken
There’s so many ways to feel like we’re home
There’s so many ways to feel like we’re home
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