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It's not hard to see anyone who looks at me |
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Knows I am just a rolling stone |
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Never landed any place to call my own |
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To call my own |
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Well it seems like so long ago |
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But it really ain't you know, |
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I started off a crazy kid |
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Miracle I made it though the things |
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I didThe things |
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I didSome day |
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I'll go where there ain't no rain or snow |
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Till then |
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I'll travel alone |
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And I'll make my bed with the stars above my head |
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And dream of a place called home |
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I had a chance to settle down, get a job and live in town |
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Work in some old factory |
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I never liked the foreman standing over me |
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Over meNo |
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I rather walk a windy road, rather know the things |
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I knowSee the world with my own eye |
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No regrets, no looking back, no good byes |
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No good byes |
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Some day I'll go where there ain't no rain or snow |
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Till then |
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I'll travel alone |
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And I'll make my bed with the stars above my head |
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And dream of a place called home |
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Na na na na |
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Na na na na na |
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Na na na na |
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Na na na na na ah na |
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Ah na na na na na |
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And some day |
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I'll go where there ain't no rain nor snow |
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Till then |
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I'll travel alone |
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And I make my bed with the stars above my head |
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And dream of a place called home |
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Some day I'll go where there ain't no rain nor snow |
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Dream of a place called home |