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<Blue skies of April, |
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An 18 hour drive, |
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Atlanta at 3 a.m. I'm in New York City tonight. |
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My home, my heart, and my best friend. |
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Life has been pretty good, |
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Oh who am I kidding it's been grand. |
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And I'm thinking about this and that, |
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I'm thinking about the way it should be, |
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I've been thinking about the weight of the world, |
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And I've been thinking about the way it goes. |
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Dog days of summer, |
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Further on down the road. |
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All the kids just keep on dancin', |
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Long after the show. |
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My road, my heart, and my best friends |
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Life has been pretty strange, |
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All the freaks getting toasted on the range. |
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Heading into the harvest, |
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Working on a bridge. |
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One more trip to the left coast, |
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Wondering where it is. |
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My home, my heart, and my best friend. |
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I hever knew that it could be this way, |
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Ah, what the hell did I know anyway. |
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