| In from the oceans they came
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| Vision of shirt and a name
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| But these lands they are wild
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| And these hands they are tame
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| Don’t forget your own
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| Wilderness wish; |
| it gets buried in snow
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| Call it home
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| It’s lumber and stone
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| Stranded and free
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| This is not like home
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| This is not like home
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| And you feel alone
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| In a world that’s not your own
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| Not at all, Not at all
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| Not at all, Not at all
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| Not at all, Not at all
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| Awake at the break of the day
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| It’s working, it brings in the pay
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| There’s a lonely dirt road
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| Leading back through the trees
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| There’s a wagon that takes them away
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| Don’t forget your own
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| Wilderness wish; |
| it gets buried in snow
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| Call it home
|
| It’s lumber and stone
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| Stranded and free
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| This is not like home
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| This is not like home
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| This is not like home
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| This is not like home |