they say that home is where the heart is
i guess i haven't found my home
and we keep driving round in circles
afraid to call this place our own
they say there's linings made of silver
folded inside each raining cloud
well, we need someone to deliver
our silver lining now
(Are we there yet?, Ingrid Michaelson)
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did you write this? i like.
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