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Lletres: We Are The Ocean. Cutting Our Teeth. This Is Called My Home.

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These lights, they burn my face,
It's always the same in every new place
And I'll take everything I have learned
And make sure you know this is something I've earned
I've waited these years just for their heads to turn

And this beat in my chest makes me know I'm blessed
The voices I hear makes me know I'm not alone
This is called my home, this is where I belong
And I'll always know where I'm from,
It's this feeling that keeps me going on

With your eyes, can you see
That I bear my soul with the words that I bring
And I'm scared for what could happen to me,
I'm scared that the sound will eventually fade
And all that is left are the minds that we made
You can't match what I'm feeling,
Without this I have no meaning

And this beat in my chest makes me know I'm blessed
The voices I hear makes me know I'm not alone
Oh, this is called my home, this is where I belong
And I'll always know where I'm from,
It's this feeling that keeps me going on

This is called my home, this is where I belong
And I'll always know where I'm from,
It's this feeling that keeps me going on
And I know this can't be wrong

This is called my home, this is where I belong
And I'll always know where I'm from,
It's this feeling that keeps me going on
It's this feeling that keeps me going on