| Seen it all, endless nights and storm clouds brewing
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| A tired heart, 18 wheels, asphalt moving
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| I felt the hurt along the way, seen the tears roll down her face
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| Nothing could ever take her place
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| Out there on the road so alone
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| Home, finally home
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| Sometimes it’s hard to stop a rolling stone
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| But whenever it may roll, it always seems to find its way back home
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| Early sun rising, in and out of hotel rooms
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| Highways winding, another town to push on through
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| Painted memories in my mind
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| They got me through hard days and the lonely nights
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| But now I’m turning back the tide, I didn’t realize how far I’d gone
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| Home, finally home
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| Sometimes it’s hard to be a rolling stone
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| But wherever I may roll, I always seem to find my way back home
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| Endless nights, that emptiness lasted forever
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| When all I wanted was all of us to be together
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| Home, finally home
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| Sometimes it’s hard to stop a rolling stone
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| But wherever it may roll, it always seems to find its way back home
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| It always seems to find its way back home
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| I always seem to find my way back home |