| No more blues, I’m going back home
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| No more blues, I promise no more to roam
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| Home is where the heart is, the funny part is
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| My heart’s been right here all along
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| No more tears and no more sighs
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| And no more fears, I’ll say no more goodbyes
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| If travel beckons me I swear I’m gonna refuse
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| I’m gonna settle down and there’ll be no more blues
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| Everyday while I am far away
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| my thoughts turn homeward, forever homeward
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| I travel 'round the world in search of happiness
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| But really all the happy and joyful times
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| they were always in my hometown
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| Up 'till now I have tried to escape life
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| Jump on a place and take off far from problems and strife
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| But it didn’t work, 'cause problems have this habit of
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| chasing you around, not letting go
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| No matter where you try to run away to
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| They will follow you and force you to look them right in the face
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| So you can run to a place if you think you’ll find a space
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| And you can race until you’re red in the face
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| But I can tell you from experience that you must embrace
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| those problems as your own
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| Before you find the inner peace that you’ve been looking for
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| Return with nothing to fear then you can
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| Clear your uneasy mind, leave it behind,
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| rewind and then you’ll find
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| That your happiness, if it’s from inside you’ve nothing to lose
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| That’s when you’ll have no more blues |