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Traveling at night, the headlights were bright |
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And we'd been up many an hour |
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And all through my brain |
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Came the refrain |
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Of home and it's warming fire |
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Chorus |
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And Home |
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Sings me of sweet things |
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My life there has it's own wings |
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To fly over the mountains |
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Though I'm standing still |
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The people I've seen |
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They come in between |
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The cities of tiring life |
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The trains come and go, |
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But inside you know |
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The struggle will soon be a fight |
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Chorus |
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Traveling at night, |
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The headlights were bright. |
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But soon the sun came through the trees |
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Around the next bend |
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The flowers will send |
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The sweet scene of home in the breeze |
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Chorus |
