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can have a lonely holiday
There ain't really nothing you can say
That is gonna make me stay
No I
Won't be
Home for
Christmas
No I
Won't be
Home for

Ain't no place I'd rather be
Only place that's right for me
Chromed-out mansion in paradise
In the sky

Will I survive all the fights

There's no place like home
There's really no place you know it
There's no place like home
hop the plane book a you boeing
There's no place like home

home
This is where I live
This is where I die
Where I cry and take my dreams to the sky
No place like home

Yeah yeah
I'm a black star
Travel so far
But

Holiday

James McMurtry

Childish Things

2005

for the next holiday


Departing Chicago at 9:52

In clean desert camo all baggy and loose

Sits an Iowa Guardsman alone by the gate

The place sure

Taking on the world wherever I go

There’s no place like home
Even though I’m calling from ten thousand miles away
This ain’t no holiday

There’s no place

There's no place like home
There's no other place that I'd rather be
Though there's many other places
And lots of other spaces
But for me, there's

the greatest wish on my list is a peace of mind
No greater place
To find it
Than with you
Do good by you because I'm done receiving coal
And I'm tired of waiting

(There's No Place Like) Home for the Holidays

The Lennon Sisters

Noel

1996

Oh, there's no place like 
Home for the holidays, 
'Cause no matter how far away you roam 
When you pine for the sunshine 
Of a friendly face

me fade to black in outer space
Aye there's no place like home
Aye there's no place like home
Aye there's no place like home
Aye there's no place like

just ain't no good?
I mean the macaroni's soggy
The peas are mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off
Like you think you can
By

city
Got me lifted like I'm in a holiday 

Got me lifted, got me, got me lifted
Got me lifted, got me, got me lifted

But I still miss my home damn 
Yeah

handshake deal
And now we're right back where we started
By your side like we never were parted

I gotta be there or be hip
Shoulders raised up to my lips
Do

Christmas lights in the windows
There's nothing like a holiday
Everybody that we know
Is rushing home for the getaway
Don't need much this season
All

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


*
Words sometimes

the Halls in this place we called a home
An attic full of baggage I pretend that I'll unpack
There's somethin' 'bout the holidays that makes me want you

Maybe there's a fugitive in me after all
Maybe I was born to run
Honey, I'm no rebel, I'm a rolling stone
I'm gone, I don't know 'til when

Home is

I'm coming for the thrown (coming for the thrown) 
I want a Bentley pimped out with the wheels in chrome (wheels in chrome) 
There's no place like home

Albuquerque

Weird Al Yankovic

Running with Scissors

1999

the street from Jerry's Bait shop
You know the place
Well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was just peachy

Except, of course, for

Impressionistic ballads feature hooks
Sung by Future
And there's an operatic anthem that
Meek says he likes because it
Reminds him of ancient Rome

"Monster, "

that I was going back like Mason Bethel
Naw, I'm going back like Jacob going back to Bethel
Back to the oil, back to my home
And back to the pillows made

a void to be filled by that matchless smile

No place no place no place
No place like home 
No place no place no place 
No place like home 
No place no

never fall
Renegade in a rental car
Drive by spraying the extra large
More fire ain't no fet involved
Bullets paint your body like you jumping in

Rapper's Delight

The Sugarhill Gang

Rap: Hall of Fame

1992

I've created a devastating masterpiece
I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you can't resist
Everybody, I say it goes like this

Well, I was coming home late