i remember running free as a bird
all through my childhood long years
my memory's sweet as the song in the wind
of those who took care of me
all through my childhood long years
my memory's sweet as the song in the wind
of those who took care of me
home nothing like home
nothing like a beautiful home
nothing like a beautiful home
home nothing like home
nothing like a baby in mama's arms
everybody needs and wants a sweet home
these are our human desires
how come some get it and some don't at all
call it injustice of life
nothing like a baby in mama's arms
everybody needs and wants a sweet home
these are our human desires
how come some get it and some don't at all
call it injustice of life
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