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Hold my body Tell me I am okay And I'll post something nice For your birthday That's when I call Out to you That's what I call Home Worn out baby Tired, beat to the punch Thinking of the field Where we shared our lunch That's when I call Out to you That's what I call Home There's a field downtown Where my mom Is loading up her car She needs help, where am i? In a place uptown In a room With no posters on the wall He needs help, where am i? That's when I call Out to you That's what I call Home