| There and back I have traveled
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| Here and there I have walked
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| And I have found more beauty than I’d ever had thought
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| But I still dream often of that place I know
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| Deeper in my bones than most places ever go.
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| I can see home shining like a silver star
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| Like paradise calling me from oh so far
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| When I shade my eyes I can just make it out
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| A long dirt road, a faithful dog, and an old white house
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| I have survived the bustle, but I still like the lights
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| I have stared up in wonder at countless shining nights
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| But no matter where I go, I find there I am The same old stranger in an even stranger land
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| I can see home shining like a silver star
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| Like paradise calling me from oh so far
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| When I shade my eyes I can just make it out
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| A long dirt road, a faithful dog, and an old white house
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| Often have hungered for the way you feel
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| And the smell of summer thunder and the quiet winter fields
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| I have walked with madness and lay down with lies
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| And learned how to stand, but better yet how to fly.
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| I can see home shining like a silver star
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| Like paradise calling me from oh so far
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| When I shade my eyes I can just make it out
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| A long dirt road, a faithful dog, and an old white house
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| Yesterdays are many and tomorrow’s filled with doubt
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| And still I don’t know what this whole darn thing is about
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| But you what you are and it’s better to find out.
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| What it is that you love most of all.
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| I have loved so many things in this great wide world
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| And the simple sounds of home are the sweetest things I’ve heard
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| For right here the means are humble but hearts are proud
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| And don’t mind standing up and saying right out loud
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| I can see home shining like a silver star
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| Like paradise calling me from oh so far
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| When I shade my eyes I can just make it out
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| A long dirt road, a faithful dog, and an old white house |