| Well, I’m going back to my hometown
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| The familiar road that I know
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| To my mother, my sisters, my brother
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| To my father, who misses me so
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| I was so far away that I’d forgotten
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| About the sweet smell of the fields in the rain
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| About the Saturday nights we’d all sing along
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| And playing all these stupid games
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| Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
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| It’s been three whole weeks that I’m back again
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| And I feel just like a hungry mad dog
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| As the doors of the wild world are closing on me
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| I am standing outside in the cold
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| I was so far away that I’d forgotten
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| About the sweet smell of the fields in the rain
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| About the Saturday nights we’d all sing along
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| And playing all the stupid games
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| When it’s winter time
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| I need a hot summer’s day
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| And when it’s spring time
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| My heart longs this cold breeze to stay
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| Whether I’m right or whether I’m wrong
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| It’s been three whole weeks that I’m back again
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| And I feel just like a hungry mad dog
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| As the doors of the wild world are closing on me
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| I am standing outside in the cold
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh |