Full House

What ever happened to predictability? The milkman, the paperboy, evening TV? You miss your old familiar friends, waiting just around the bend. Everywhere you look, everywhere you go, there's a heart, a hand to hold onto. Everywhere you look , everywhere you go. There's a face of somebody who needs you. Everywhere you look, when you're lost out there and you're all alone, a light is waiting to carry you home, everywhere you look.

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