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One in a million in a lonely town, |
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Two hundred people trying to keep me down, |
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I've taken all i can, i ain't lookin' back. |
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Small town boy in a back yard lot, |
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Can't make a living with the luck i've got |
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I'm gonna leave it all, i ain't looking back. |
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That's the way i remember, it seemed to me when i was young. |
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But i can still see the leaves slowly fall to the ground, |
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And the snow on the trees as the winter comes down. |
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Still i go home again in my heart. |
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My father worked hard on the railroad track; |
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37 years cut across his back, |
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He gave it all he had for what he believed. |
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Like every other kid that came before, |
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I grew up believing there was something more |
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And i still believe, i still believe. |
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That's the way i remember, it seemed to me when i was young. |
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But i can still see the leaves slowly fall to the ground, |
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And the snow on the trees as the winter comes down. |
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Still i go home again in my heart. |
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But i can still see the lightning on a warm summer night |
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And the rain on the roof when i close my eyes; |
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I can still hear us laughing on the front porch in the dark. |
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There are days when i know that i've traveled so far |
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That i'll never find the road leading back to the start, |
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Still i go home again in my heart |
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Still i go home again in my heart |
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In my heart, in my heart |
