| Never been to Cleveland when the sun was shining
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| Even when it shines it looks like rain
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| Oh, God, on the road again
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| People say that I’ve adjusted well to traveling
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| Still I’m feeling homesick now and then
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| Oh, God, on the road again
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| In between the road signs and the white lines
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| And all of the comforts of home
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| In between the road signs and the white lines
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| I’m singing the road sign, white line song
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| I’m singing, won’t you sing along
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| I’m singing, won’t you sing along
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| I’m singing, won’t you sing along
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| Never been to Cleveland when the sun was shining
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| Even when it shines it looks like rain
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| Oh, God, on the road again
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| I don’t live in New York city anymore
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| But it’s still close enough to be a friend
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| Oh, God, on the road again
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| In between the road signs and the white lines
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| And all of the comforts of home
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| In between the road signs and the sad rhymes
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| And all of the comforts of home
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| All of the comforts of home |