| Gone away far from home, the weekend’s over
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| Let’s pack up and start again
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| Twenty days on the road, just left Port Dover
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| With sixteen days to go
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| I just called my mom to tell her that I miss her
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| I just wrote my girl
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| Man I can’t remember the last time I kissed her
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| Soon I’ll be at home with all my friends
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| After thirty-six days on the road
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| Lights go down the noise has faded
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| We’ll leave this town anticipated
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| Soon we’ll be back on the road again
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| All is lost, but not forgotten
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| One by one the fights we’ve fought
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| And soon we’ll be back on the road again
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| For thirty-six days
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| We turn around, face the crowd
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| We’re starting over
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| This time north of L.A.
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| Once again here we are
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| It’s a new beginning
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| I’d leave this life any day
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| I feel so alive, though part of me is gone
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| And this life I lead, is the life that I’ve dreamed of
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| Since I was the age of twelve
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| Now I’ll sing with all this is within me
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| After thirty-six days on the road
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| Lights go down the noise has faded
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| We leave this town anticipated
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| Soon we’ll be back on the road again
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| All is lost, but not forgotten
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| One by one the fights we’ve fought
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| And soon we’ll be back on the road again
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| And soon we’ll be back on the road again
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| Soon we’ll be back on the road again
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| For thirty-six days |