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I'm walkin' home tonight |
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The streets are glowing 'neath the pale moonlight |
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I look around, there's not a soul in sight |
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and I'm walkin' home |
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Once again I hear my mother's voice |
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and all us kids making a bunch of noise |
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If I'm not careful I might start to cry |
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Just walkin' home tonight |
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I turn my head and hear the screen door slam |
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and there he is, that tall and dark-haired man |
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He looks my way but all alone he stands |
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and I am walkin' home |
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He's my Dad, you know I was his girl |
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He taught me all he knew about this world |
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and then he traveled right on out of sight |
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and I'm just walkin' home tonight |
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I'm walkin' home tonight |
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The streets are glowing 'neath the pale moonlight |
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I look around, there's not a soul in sight |
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and I am walkin' home |
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Old worn-out couches and a bunch of kids |
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Four to a bedroom and all Mom's plates were chipped |
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but I never knew about the things I missed |
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and I'm walkin' home |
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You see, it's just the place where I come from |
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and, good or bad, it's where the deal was done |
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Mom and Dad, their daughters and their sons |
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and I'm just walkin' home tonight |
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I'm walkin' home tonight |
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The streets are glowing 'neath the pale moonlight |
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I look around, there's not a soul in sight |
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and I'm walkin' home |
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Once again I hear my mother's voice |
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and all us kids making a bunch of noise |
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If I'm not careful I might start to cry |
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Just walkin' home tonight |
