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I was born under a wandrin' star |
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I was born under a wandrin' star |
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Wheels are made for rolling, mules are made to pack |
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I've never seen a sight that didn't look better looking back |
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I was born under a wandrin' star |
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Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry |
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Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry |
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Home is made for coming from, for dreams of going to |
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Which with any luck will never come true |
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I was born under a wandrin' star |
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I was born under a wandrin' star |
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Do I know where hell is, hell is in hello |
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Heaven is goodbye forever, its time for me to go |
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I was born under a wandrin' star |
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A wandrin' wandrin' star |
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(Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry) |
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(Soap can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry) |
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(Home is made for coming from, for dreams of going to) |
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(Which with any luck will never come true) |
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(I was born under a wandrin' star) |
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(I was born under a wandrin' star) |
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When I get to heaven, tie me to a tree |
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For I'll begin to roam and soon you'll know where I will be |
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I was born under a wandrin' star |
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A wandrin' wandrin' star |
