| I used to walk, I used to wander down these roads
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| searching for a place that I could call my home
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| but I never seemed to find anywhere I didn’t leave behind
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| I packed my things, followed the wind
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| adding distance to the places I had been
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| the air was warm but I was cold within
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| I walked for miles until I came across a southern bell who lead me to a town
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| where people hung around for their whole life
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| it was the perfect place but somehow I just didn’t feel at home
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| so I left before the sun came up at dawn
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| but it was cold so I caught a cab, when I told him to go anywhere he laughed
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| then what he said I’ll never forget
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| He said «Son you’ve got to understand
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| happiness has never been a place that you could go
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| it’s the people that you know
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| I could take you further East or West
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| but I don’t think you’ll rest until you go
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| back to the ones who truly make a place a home»
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| Take me home, that’s where I wanna go
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| so take me home, yes sir I wanna go home
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| I realize taking this walk down memory lane
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| the best advice I ever got was on that day
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| I owe my life and everything to a stranger
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| I don’t even know his name |