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If I knew the way I'd go back home |
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But the countryside has changed so much |
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I'd surely end up lost |
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Half remembering names and faces |
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So far in the past |
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On the other side of bridges that were burned once they were crossed |
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Tell me where |
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Where does a fool go |
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When there's none left to listen |
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To a story without meaning |
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That nobody wants to hear |
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Tell me where |
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Where does a fool go |
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When he knows there's something missing |
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Tell me where |
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Where do I go from here |
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Where do I go from here |
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To get back home |
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Where my childhood dreams and wishes still out number my regrets |
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Get back to a place where I can figure on the odds |
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Have a fighting chance to lose the blues |
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And win my share of bets |
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Tell me where |
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Where does a fool go |
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When there's none left to listen |
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To a story without meaning |
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That nobody wants to hear |
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Tell me where |
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Where does a fool go |
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When he knows there's something missing |
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Tell me where |
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Where do I go from here |
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Where do I go from here |
