| A summer evening; |
| I walk past the window,
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| Baby’s crying; |
| Someone’s cooking dinner;
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| There’s laughter on the TV
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| Someone’s learning the violin.
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| How at home, it heals
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| At times like this, I feel that…
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| CHORUS:
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| I would like to live like anybody else
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| In one place
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| And I could be happy and fulfilled
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| In one place
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| So I get the map out
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| And draw a line of where we’ve been
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| It goes thru sea and sky
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| Twenty-five planes this year
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| And it’s only July…
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| This is not some Bible, like «On The Road»
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| It’s just a song about coming home
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| And whether…
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| CHORUS:
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| I would like to live like anybody else
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| In one place
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| And I could be happy and fulfilled
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| In one place
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| And you know that I have found
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| That I’m happiest weaving from town to town
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| And you know Bruce said
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| we should keep moving 'round
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| Maybe we all get too tied down, I don’t know
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| Hell, I don’t know
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| I’m happy to be home (Still alive)
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| Happy to be home…
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| In the end, if you take care
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| You can be happy or unhappy anywhere
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| CHORUS:
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| And I think we maybe all rely too much
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| On one place
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| I know I never would deny the need
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| For one place
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| So I get the map out (get the map out)
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| Yeah I get the map out (get the map out)
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| C’mon, get the map out (get the map out)
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| Get the map out (get the map out) |