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The moonlight shines on a sycamore |
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And now they are calling to me |
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In the city its snowing |
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THe sidewalks blowing |
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But there's somewhere I'd rather be |
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Thousands of people all walking by |
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But Somehow I'm still alone |
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I'm gonna spend winter my way |
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Again on the highway |
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I'm ready to find a way home |
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Indiana, thats where I'm going |
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This time of year you know how I feel |
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Indiana, thats where I'm going |
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Where Christmas will always be real |
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We'll build up the fire tell a story or two |
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With good friends we always invite |
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The old and the young come together as one |
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And we sing into the night |
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Indiana, thats where I'm going |
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This time of year you know how I feel |
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Indiana, thats where I'm going |
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Where Christmas will always be real |
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And I remember those who are gone |
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Looking down on my home from above |
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Deep in December its where I belong |
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Sharing the days with the ones who I love |
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Indiana Indiana Indiana |
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Indiana Indiana Indiana |
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Indiana Indiana Indiana |
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Where Christmas will always be real |
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The moonlight shines on a sycamore |
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And now they are calling to me |
