| I love those dear hearts and gentle people
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| Who live in my home town
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| Because those dear hearts and gentle people
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| Will never ever let you down
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| They read the good book
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| From Fri till Monday
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| That’s how the weekend goes
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| I’ve got a dream house
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| I’ll build there one day
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| With picket fence and rambling rose
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| I feel so welcome each time I return
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| That my happy heart keeps laughing like a clown
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| I love the dear hearts and gentle people
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| Who live and love in my home town
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| There’s a place I’d like to go
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| And it’s back in Idaho
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| Where you’re friendly neighbors smile and say hello
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| It’s a pleasure and a treat
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| To meander down the street
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| That’s why I want the whole wide world to know
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| (I love those dear hearts)
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| I love the gentle people
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| (Who live in my home town)
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| Because those dear hearts and gentle people
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| Will never ever let you down
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| They read the good book
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| From Fri till Monday
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| That’s how the weekend goes
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| I’ve got a dream house
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| I’ll build there one day
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| With picket fence and rambling rose
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| I feel so welcome each time that I return
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| That my happy heart keeps laughing like a clown
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| I love the dear hearts and gentle people
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| Who live and love in my home town
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| (Home, home, sweet home)
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| (Home, home, sweet home)
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| (Home, home, sweet home)
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| (Home, home, sweet home) |