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i wake by the touch of his skin and i know it was an accident but i'm glad to be the one he kicks in his sleep you feel like home to me i smile when he grins but i know it was the television i'm glad to around when he's laughing you look like home to me i wait by the telephone and it could ring but it don't still, i'm glad to be the voice on his answering machine you look like to me i live for the moments when he looks like he's feeling 'bout half of what i do when i say 'i love you' you look like home to me you look like home to me From Letras Mania