| Lately I’ve been dreamin' ‘bout the road
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| All the tattered clothes, all the heavy loads
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| And all the things that come with goin' crazy
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| You hardly ever know if you’re workin' or you’re lazy
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| But I’ve come home, to be more than alone
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| Not just live my life through a telephone
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| I’m doin' fine here at home
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| Peace and quiet take some getting used to
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| Was always movin' forth and back, never could keep track
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| Standin' still, I sometimes have trouble
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| To keep my hands from shakin', I take to some drinkin'
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| But I’ve come home, to be more than alone
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| Not just live my life through a telephone
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| I’m doin' fine here at…
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| (Bridge)
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| Home is where the heart is
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| Where the hardest things can come
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| Home is where my mind is
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| Where the mildest words can heal me
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| But I’ve come home, to be more than alone
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| Not just live my life through a telephone
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| I’m doin' fine here at home (I'm doin' fine)
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| I’m doin' fine here at home (I'm doin' fine)
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| I’m doin' fine here at home |