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And dreaming when they're gone

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'Cause they're calling， calling， calling me home

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Calling， calling， calling home

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You show the lights that stop me turn to stone

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You shine it when I'm alone

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Home

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Lights， lights， lights， lights

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Lights， lights， lights， lights

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(Home， home)

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Lights， lights， lights， lights

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Lights， lights

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You show the lights that stop me turn to stone

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You shine it when I'm alone

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And so I tell myself that I'll be strong

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And dreaming when they're gone

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'Cause they're calling， calling， calling me home

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Calling， calling， calling home

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You show the lights that stop me turn to stone

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You shine it when I'm alone

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Home

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(Home， home )

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Lights， lights， lights， lights

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Lights， lights， lights， lights

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(Home， home)

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Lights， lights， lights， lights

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Lights， lights， lights， lights

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