[Intro]
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we will call this place our home,
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the dirt in which our roots may grow.
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though the storms will push and pull,
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we will call this place our home.
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we?ll tell our stories on these walls.
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every year, measure how tall.
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and just like a work of art,
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we?ll tell our stories on these walls.
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let the years we?re here be kind, be kind.
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let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.
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settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
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give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
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a little broken, a little new.
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we are the impact and the glue.
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capable of more than we know,
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we call this fixer upper home.
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with each year, our color fades.
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slowly, our paint chips away.
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but we will find the strength
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and the nerve it takes
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to repaint and repaint and repaint every day.
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let the years we?re here be kind, be kind.
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let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.
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settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
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give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
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let the years we?re here be kind, be kind.
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let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.
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settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
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give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
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smaller than dust on this map
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lies the greatest thing we have:
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the dirt in which our roots may grow
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and the right to call it home.