| As we ride along the road
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| Motherland she knows, her sons and daughter
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| We will strive to defend our own
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| Sacrifice our homes, for the land
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| We call home, home, home, home
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| From the lands of far we came and made this land here our home
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| Resting head and hearts upon the shoulders
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| Our load there she goes
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| Together we have strived to build a nation so united
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| 6 hearts beat as one, forever undivided
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| As we ride along the road
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| Motherland she knows, her sons and daughter
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| We will strive to defend our own
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| Sacrifice our homes, for the land
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| We call home, home, home, home
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| Home is a place where we call our own
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| Home is the place where we rest ours bones
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| When are dry at the railroads and
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| Home is the place where we start again
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| Home is the top of a
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| Down into the rivers where the waters run deep
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| Home is the place where the legends are told
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| Of El Dorado’s gold
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| Home is the place where the 6 hearts mend
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| Stick together with the knotted end
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| Home is the place when you’re tired and old
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| To lay your back and rest your soul
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| As we ride along the road
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| Motherland she knows, her sons and daughter
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| We will strive to defend our own
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| Sacrifice our homes, for the land
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| We call home, home, home, home
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| Ho-o-ome, ho-o-ome, ho-o-ome, home, home
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| Home, ho-o-ome, ho-o-ome |