| I’ve heard love songs make a Georgia man cry
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| On the shoulder of somebody’s Saturday night
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| Read the good book, studied it too
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| But nothing prepared me for living with you
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| Lock me up tight in these shackles I wear
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| Tied up the keys in the folds of your hair
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| And the difference with me is I used to not care
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| Stockholm, let me go home
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| Once a wise man to the ways of the world
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| Now I’ve traded those lessons for faith in a girl
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| Crossed the ocean, thousand years from my home
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| In this frozen old city of silver and stone
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| Ships in the harbor and birds on the bluff
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| Don’t move an inch when their anchor goes up
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| And the difference with me is I’ve fallen in love
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| Stockholm, let me go home
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| Let me go home
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| And the night so long
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| I used to pray for the daylight to come
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| Folks back home surely have called off the search
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| And gone back to their own
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| Ships in the harbor and birds on the bluff
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| Don’t move an inch when their anchor goes up
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| And the difference with me is I’ve fallen in love
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| Stockholm, let me go home
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| Let me go
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| Let me go home |