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There is a road outside Columbus, Ohio |
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Feels like I drove along for years |
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This Midwest way of ease it surrounds us |
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I can't deny the rhythm here |
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And as I pull away from Riverside beside me |
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That High Street never looked so good |
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I miss my lady even though she often writes me |
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She tells me tales of my neighborhood |
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Surprise, surprise, I traveled here |
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Four hundred miles from where I'm known |
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My friends are here, a couple years I've spent |
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I found I have a second home |
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As I'm blazing down my trail in education |
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There's no bliss in ignorance for me |
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I stop and stare, a breath of air might slow me down some |
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But that's just fine with me |
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Surprise, surprise, I traveled here |
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Four hundred miles from where I'm known |
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My friends are here, a couple years I've spent |
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I found I have a second home |
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I never traveled far |
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Two hundred miles to go |
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That boulevard will take me home |
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Surprise, surprise, I traveled here |
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Four hundred miles from where I'm known |
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My friends are here, a couple years I've spent |
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I found I have a second home |
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Surprise, surprise, I traveled here |
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Four hundred miles from where I'm known |
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My friends are here, a couple years I've spent |
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I found I have a second home |
