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Home is the basketball soaring through the air Home is a place where I don’t have a care Home is playing baseball in the front yard And the sound of the ball when I hit it real hard Home is like a safe where I am protected Home is a place where no one is rejected Home is where the ball gets passed back and forth Home is a compass, always pointing north Home is the deck and the swing and the tree Home is a place where I’ll always be free Home is my mom’s delicious Asian cuisine Home is a place that’ll always be pristine Home is like a bookshelf, many things to uncover Home is a place where I’ll always be a lover Home is much more than the place that you live Home is a feeling and a chance to give