When you are feeling empty
And there's no place to hide.
There exists a place
Where the emptiness dies.
I'll take you home, when you are alone.
I'll take you home when you cry.
I'd will be a place
Where I'll take care of you.
Holding out my arms
And in the end we're just two.
Writer(s): Osterberg
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