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(ralph covert - waterdog music / ascap)
A bed and a chair
An empty box on the stair
A smile in the mirror
As she picks up the phone
A place of her own
She calls me to say
She moved in today
If i'm doing nothing
She's got somewhere to go
A place of her own
And home is more than a pillow on the floor
It's more than four walls and a doorway
It's your space to grow
I drop by at eight
With chinese food in a bag
She says the walls need painting
Then laughs and pulls me close
A place of her own
And home is more than a pillow on the floor
It's more than four walls and a doorway
It's your space to grow
A place of her own
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