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Co-written by Hannah Renee and Tim Feehan. Produced by Tim Feehan. © Park Drive Productions
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You tell me i am beautiful
In your T-shirt
You run your hands through my hair,
Just because
And it don’t even matter,
If my jeans are torn and tattered
You make me feel (ohh)
I’m draped in gold
And you don’t have to say a word
Cause we are passengers, on this journey
Of love
And it feels like, home.
And it feels like, ill never be alone
Though the road’s not always patient, you’re my only destination
And it feels like home
It feels like home
Did you know that I,
Can hear your footsteps
Even when your so, so far away
You always understand me
Even when my world is crazy
Like no one else
You let me be myself
And we don’t have to say a word
Cause nothing in the world
Can say it better, than when our hearts beat together
And it feels like, home.
And it feels like, ill never be alone.
Though the road’s not always patient, You’re my only destination
And it feels, like home
Feels like home
Though the road’s not always patient, you’re my only destination
And it feels, it feels like home
I’m home
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