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I feel I've wandered |
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For most of my years |
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Taken some wrong turns |
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They all brought me here |
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If the road is a body |
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Then a home is the soul |
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I think I can make it |
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But it's a long way to go |
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I've seen country and city |
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And I've made them both mine |
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Now the red lights are blurry |
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Between these white lines |
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Can't say |
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I regret it |
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But it's taken its toll |
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I think I can make it |
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But it's a long way to go |
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It's a long way to go |
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It's a long long long way home |
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Now I stand on your front porch |
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Staring back at the rain |
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Guess I should have called first |
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But it's just not my way |
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This suitcase of memories |
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Is all I have to show |
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I think I can make it |
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But it's a long way to go |
