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• Artiste: Split Enz
• Titre: Home Sweet Home
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Willows weep, the pillows they do sleep Home sweet home, to each his own I always say He's a man of few words A bundle of nerves, wait and see And while his mind works best in darkness Coming up from behind The frightened keep on running While he just hangs around Home sweet home To each his own I always say Martin tries to use his eyes In every way Help ease the situation he's happy with what he's got The kid with his candy, finger painting and blocks In pitch black he's taking action What is the cause? Then came the applause. (Spoken) It was a cold and windy afternoon and through the tumbling clouds you could see the moon, all the mums and dads have come to see the things their kiddies had done; and out jumped Martin dressed in tens in the Campbells tartan. All eyes watched him, skipping and prancing, everyone laughed but Martin was deaf and couldn't hear a thing. He just kept dancing the highland fling. Now he's proud of his efforts That young lad Martin From the local kindergarten Home sweet home to each his own I always say Martin tries to use his eyes in every way Home sweet home, to each his own I always say Home home on the range ...