I see
Pretty pictures hang on the kitchen walls
They tell many stories
Some even are from other countries
I hear your brother's voice
Your sister's cousin's mother
Tell me it's not a choice
That you wouldn't pick another
I know there's nothing to say Black water's just around the beach
One day or another Come up and eat at least
I see the pretty pictures Hang on the kitchen walls
They tell many stories In Houston, the mountain
And it is fine,
alright
You belong
There's nothing wrong
In the East Side,
alright
You belong
There's nothing wrong
I
don't know
Real time, real time I don't know
But I belong
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