| 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 from Fri' till Monday,
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| That’s how the weekend goes. |
| (how it goes)
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| I’ve got a dream house I’ll build there one day,
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| With picket fence and ramblin' rose.
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| I feel so welcome each time that I return
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| That my happy heart keeps laughin' like a clown.
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| I love those dear hearts and gentle people,
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| Who live and love in my (in my) home town.
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| They read the good book from Fri' till Monday,
|
| That’s how the weekend goes.
|
| I’ve got a dream house I’ll build there one day,
|
| With picket fence and ramblin' rose.
|
| I feel so welcome each time that I return
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| That my happy heart keeps laughin' like a clown. |
| (like a clown)
|
| I love those dear hearts and gentle people,
|
| Who live and love in my home town. |
| (in my home town)
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| Those dear hearts and gentle people
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| Who live in my home town. |