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The Home (家) - Portugal. The Man
Written by：Gourley John Baldwin

Do you ever listen

For the sounds that your hands make

Did you know that

We could make sounds

I don't know what the palace knows
But I don't run with sheep

The shepherd can't herd me
My feet ever slow
The age that takes me
Slip out to the mountains
Where nobody knows me
I will make my home here
I will make my home here
I will make my home here

Grow a field of plenty
To hold me tight and keep us warm
From the cold that burns me
My feet ever slow
The age that takes me
I'll slip out to the mountains
Where nobody knows me
I will make my home here
I will make my home here
I will make my home here

Do you ever listen
For the sounds that your head makes

Did you know that know that
We could we could make sounds

I don't know what the palace knows
But I don't run with sheep

The shepherd can't herd me
My feet ever slow
The age that takes me
I'll slip out to the mountains
Where nobody knows me
I will make my home here
I will make my home here
I will make my home here
I will make my home here
I will make my home here
I will make my home here
I will make my home here
I will make my home here

I know that I was fine before
Fine before fine before
I know that I was fine before
Fine before fine before
I know I was fine before fine before fine before
Know I was fine before fine before fine before
Know I was fine before fine before fine before
Know I was fine before fine before fine before