| He’s a refugee from the highway
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| Out there fighting for years
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| Whether by God or by glory
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| He’s been traveling through his fears
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| And he always feels that his next step
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| Will surely set him free
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| So be kind when he approaches
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| 'Cause that rebel could be me He doesn’t know that the road’s been dying
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| Dying for so many years
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| Traveling in his darkness
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| He’s been traveling through his fears
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| And he left his home as a young one
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| Left the young one in him behind
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| Now his reasons for leaving
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| Well I’ll tell you my friend
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| They’re just a little hard to find
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| Chorus
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| When the rebel comes home
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| Please don’t leave him alone, no, no Let him warm his soul on your shoulder
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| You better touch this man who’s been so much older
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| When the rebel comes home
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| Please don’t leave him alone, no, no Let him warm his soul on your shoulder
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| You better touch this man who’s been so much older
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| He’s been walking along the shores of deception
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| Turned his back on it all
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| But you know something must be wrong when you get that late night call
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| I say maybe it was wild geese on the fly
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| Or a mother calling her child
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| That brought a tear to his lonely eye
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| And called him back from the wild |