| This is my home, a special place. |
| Where I can rest my head just hang around a
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| laze
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| Where I feel safe and I can hide. |
| And all the people that I like are by my side
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| I’m coming home to my old town. |
| The end of loneliness from now on not alone
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| I’m driving home, accelerate. |
| Faster and faster, I don’t want arrive too late!
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| And I’m rolling and rolling, I’m rolling towards my old town, dirty old town
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| I have missed you so much your leafs nearly brown, pretty old town that I
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| searched around
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| Yes, I am rolling, I’m rolling, I’m rolling into your heart!
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| I can’t await to see my girl who lives in my green house in this old pretty town
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| A tear runs down my dirty face, when I remember all those ordinary days |