when others say it better /// notion of home

In my case, my sister is my home.

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Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb - born with a weak heart
guess I must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It's ok I know nothing's wrong . . nothing

I got plenty of time
 got light in your eyes
And you're standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money
Always for love
Cover up and say goodnight, say goodnight

Home - is where I want to be
But I guess i'm already there
I come home, she lifted up her wings
I guess that this must be the place
I can't tell one from another
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time before we were born
If someone asks, this where i'll be, where i'll be

We drift in and out
Sing into my mouth
Out of all tose kinds of people
You got a face with a view
I'm just an animal looking for a home
 And share the same space for a minute or two
And you love me till my heart stops
Love me till i'm dead
Eyes that light up, eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head 

(Talking Heads)

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In my case, my sister is my home.

Ich packe mein Koffer 
und mache mich fort
auf der Suche nach dem allerheiligsten Ort:
Heimat.
Denn, Heimat 
ist kein Punkt auf der Landkarte
mal schnell [...] gefunden.
Heimat 
ist ein Anruf, 
eine Nachricht, 
ein einziges Wort machmal in wunden Stunden
Heimat ist ein Gefühl zwischen den Zeilen.

I'm packing my suitcase
And I make away
In search of the most holy:
Home.
‘Cause Home…
Is not some blank spot on the map
Easily to be found [...]
Home…
Is a phone call
A message
Sometimes only one single word in sore hours
Home is a feeling between the lines

(Peh)