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It's been a long time since you saw your home |
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Even those you call the closest |
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Have slipped away somehow |
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Feels like a lifetime you've been on the road |
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With so many miles behind you |
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You'd think you'd have left this world by now |
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You've seen more than they could ever know |
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No matter what they say |
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You've earned the right to be so bold |
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But this life it takes its toll on you |
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Every face around you looks so tired and so old |
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And you have not seen everything |
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You have not seen everything |
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But there are things that you know |
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Things that you know |
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From where you've had to go |
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Where you've had to go |
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Maybe soon you'll find a place |
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To call your own |
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To call your home |
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You've walked a good mile in your brother's shoes' |
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Til your legs could walk no further |
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And your tired soles would burn |
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You know there's peace somewhere around the bend |
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It's been a long time coming |
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And you're ready for your turn |
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And you have not seen everything |
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You have not seen everything |
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But there are things that you know |
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Things that you know |
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From where you've had to go |
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Where you've had to go |
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Maybe soon you'll find a place |
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To call your own |
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To call your home |
