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I love the smell of fresh-cut grass, storm clouds passin' through

Remember that angel made of glass I broke when I was two

We rode our bikes and skinned our knees, ate popsicles at night

Dad taught us to tell right from wrong, most times we chose right

Home, it feels so bittersweet

It holds a special place for us, it speaks to you, it speaks to me

Home, it's where we both belong

But no matter where we go from here, we share a special bond

I took Katie to the prom and she left me alone

You cracked me up when I got home, had supper on the stove