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from Let The Good Things Happen by RABB

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When I was younger I was forced to roam
I had no place that I could call a home
Now what three words could mean home to me now?
What three words could mean home to me now?

All of a sudden
You gave me it all, it all
A feast for the soul
A feast for the soul

You took me in in my own place
I spilt soda, you laughed at my face
Now what three words could mean home to me now?
What three words could mean home to me now?

All of a sudden
We gave it your all, my all
And we did it all
And we did it all

Home, where's my home?
Home, where's my home?

You understand me on every level
We help each other fight off our devils
Now what three words could mean home to me now?
What three words could mean home to me now?

It's not a postcode
And it's not these four walls
It's you, always you
It's always you

Home, where's my home?
Home, where's my home?
Home, where's my home?
Home, you're my home

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from Let The Good Things Happen, released June 26, 2021

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RABB England, UK

I am a singer-songwriter based in Hampshire attempting to challenge perceptions of what original ukulele music can be.

My approach to songwriting is simple. I write about things that have happened to me or are important to me, and the songs need to sound just as good with just me and my uke or fully arranged on a studio album. ... more

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