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(McKinley)I could build houses that wouldn't bend with the breeze,not like my own home of not so brave straw, with a wolfliving in every part of the yard. They don't meanto be greedy, that's just what they are.Falling asleep I feel the walls bendingclose to a buckle. Auntie Em, Auntie EmGod would you look what's coming.This was no storm I could sleep through,like some silly Dorothy, it blewholes in me before I could say, "There never wasa place, there never was a place like home."I was going to join Custer's army or John Wayne's posse.On my Bantan bike I'd ride away. I never spokeof my plans to travel. I was too afraidI wouldn't be begged to stay.Now falling asleep I feel the walls bendingclose to a buckle. Auntie Em, Auntie EmGod would you look what's coming.This is no storm I can sleep through,like some silly Dorothy, it'll blowholes in me before I can say, "There never wasa place, there never was a place like home."
(McKinley)I could build houses that wouldn't bend with the breeze,not like my own home of not so brave straw, with a wolfliving in every part of the yard. They don't meanto be greedy, that's just what they are.Falling asleep I feel the walls bendingclose to a buckle. Auntie Em, Auntie EmGod would you look what's coming.This was no storm I could sleep through,like some silly Dorothy, it blewholes in me before I could say, "There never wasa place, there never was a place like home."I was going to join Custer's army or John Wayne's posse.On my Bantan bike I'd ride away. I never spokeof my plans to travel. I was too afraidI wouldn't be begged to stay.Now falling asleep I feel the walls bendingclose to a buckle. Auntie Em, Auntie EmGod would you look what's coming.This is no storm I can sleep through,like some silly Dorothy, it'll blowholes in me before I can say, "There never wasa place, there never was a place like home."
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