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Streets full of people
 With trinkets to share
 Offering them up for folks in despair
 Yandi and crystals and oils for growth
 Of spirit and body and mind as we go
 Emphasis placed on the body and mind
 The heart os often somewhere behind
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 Tiny little bones of the innocent child
 Lookin' up at me with the saddest of eyes
 Is her innocence in tact?
 Or has it been stained?
 Has the creature that feeds her taken it away
 Strange
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 So sad it's strange
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 I recognize my health
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 Things I have been dealt
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 Places that I have roamed
 Feelings I've had
 Things that I know
 Home, my home
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 Home, my home
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 Home, I'm home
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 Running through the bush
 And all of the trees
 Moving in time with my capable speed
 Skippy ants claw
 At the edge of the bowl
 Of the shell of an egg
 Of bird long since gone
 Maybe it rose up
 To spread it's new wings
 Or maybe it nourished
 A stronger sibling
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 Places we roam
 And people we meet
 Some connections are strong
 And some of them are weak
 One or two or three or four
 Or maybe five or six or more
 Strong as the roots
 Of a big old gum tree
 And we'll carry them through
 To the next life we see
 Strange
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 So beautifully strange
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 Recognize my health
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 Things that I have been dealt
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 Places that I have roamed
 Feelings I've had
 Things that I know
 Home, my home
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 Home, my home
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 Home, I'm home