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Home, sweet home
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On the front porch swing, where memories unfold Cicadas singing, as the sunset turns to gold Whispering winds, through the tall oak trees This small town sweetness, brings me to my knees Fields of wildflowers, in the summer breeze Lazy rivers winding, through the old oak trees Neighbors waving from their picket fences white This town, my sanctuary, where everything's just right Old wooden barns, where the cows find shade Children's laughter echoes through the arcade The smell of mama's biscuits, still warm from the oven This is the place my heart calls home, beloved haven