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Frank Sinatra |
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Miscellaneous |
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Don't Ever Be Afraid To Go Home |
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Don't ever be afraid to go home, |
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Don't ever be afraid to go home, |
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When you've hitched your wagon to a fast falling star, |
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And the last string is broken on your love-sick guitar, |
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Whatever you're doing and wherever you are, |
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Don't ever be afraid, don't ever be afraid to go home, |
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I used to be afraid to go home. |
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But one day, I was made to go home, |
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Now I was almost certain they would lock the door on me, |
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'Cause I'm that sour apple on my old family tree. |
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But folks who really love me made me welcome as could be, |
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Don't ever be afraid, don't ever be afraid to go home. |
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I used to be afraid to go home. |
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But one day, I was made to go home, |
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Now I was almost certain they would lock the door on me, |
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Cause I'm the sour apple on my old family tree. |
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But the folks who really love me made me welcome as could be, |
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Don't ever be afraid, don't you ever be afraid, |
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Don't ever be afraid to go home. |
