He has a roof above his head,
And walls that stand tall,
He's grateful for that, Oh, Lord,
And anyone who meets him says, 'In this area, it's not that easy to get a house.'He lives there with two of his friends,
He traveled 3000 miles for his job,
The sunshine enters perfectly through the window,
His friends say, 'Dude, we're lucky to find a place like this,'
But there's something that only he knows.A few months rolled by, and they are settled in,
Parties, game nights, they had it all,
The place gave 'em no opportunity to complain,
But with all that, to him, it was still a house.The rooms are filled with furniture and decors,
But there still is a void in his heart,
'cause after all these months, something is missing,
And to him, it's still a house
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