| There’s a road outside Columbus, Ohio
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| Feels like I drove along for years
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| This Midwest way of ease it surrounds us
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| I can’t deny the rhythm here
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| And as I pull away from Riverside beside me
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| That High Street never looked so good
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| I miss my lady even though she often writes me
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| She tells me tales of my neighborhood
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| Surprise, surprise, I traveled here
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| Four hundred miles from where I’m known
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| My friends are here
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| A couple years I’ve spent, I found I have a second home
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| As I’m blazing down my trail to education
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| There’s no bliss in ignorance for me
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| I stop and stare, a breath of air might slow me down some
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| But that’s just fine with me
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| Surprise, surprise, I traveled here
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| Four hundred miles from where I’m known
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| My friends are here
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| A couple years I’ve spent, I found I have a second home
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| I never traveled far
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| Two hundred miles to go
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| That boulevard will take me home
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| Surprise, surprise, I traveled here
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| Four hundred miles from where I’m known
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| My friends are here
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| A couple years I’ve spent, I found I have a second home
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| Surprise, surprise, I traveled here
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| Four hundred miles from where I’m known
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| My friends are here
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| A couple years I’ve spent, I found I have a second home |