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Why do I love this place
That’s never loved me?
A place that seems to be devolving
And even wanting to?
But Oz is more than just a place;
It’s a promise, an idea,
And I want to help make it come true.

Why should a land have so much meaning
When dark times befall it?
It’s only land, made of dirt and rock and loam.
It’s just a place that’s familiar,
And home’s just what we call it
But there’s no place like home,
Don’t we all know,
There’s no place like home?

When you feel you can’t fight anymore
Just tell yourself:
There’s no place like home.
When you feel it’s not worth fighting for,
Compel yourself,
Because there’s no place like home.

When you want to leave
Discouraged and resigned,
That’s what they want you to do.
But think how you will grieve
For all you leave behind.
Oz belongs to you too.

Those who would take it from you
Spout a lie to sell yourself:
You go their way or go.
It’s them we’ll be defeating
If we keep on repeating:
There’s no place like home,
There’s no place like home,
There’s no place like home.

If we just keep fighting for it,
We will win back and restore it.
There’s no place
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Home!