| Something to write home about
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| Something to inform with no doubt
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| All the folks back home
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| Something you can take with you
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| Something you will find etched in stone
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| Known it all along
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| And there’s no need asking
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| Cuz you know
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| And there’s no more wanting
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| Cuz you owe
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| It’s better that upon reading
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| Better than a card painted gold
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| Picture in a hole
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| Better than a reputation
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| Better than a house
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| You can see from the road
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| And there’s no need asking
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| 'cause you know
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| And there’s no more wanting
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| 'cause you owe
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| And the glow like gold mine
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| And the moon like a sunrise
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| If we hold it up to our eyes
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| We can see, we can see so clearly
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| And the glow like a goldmine
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| (And there’s no need asking)
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| And the moon like a sunrise
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| (And there’s no more wanting)
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| And the glow like a goldmine
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| (And there’s no need)
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| And the moon like a sunrise
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| (And there’s no more)
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| And the glow like a goldmine
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| (And there’s no need)
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| And the moon like a sunrise
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| (And there’s no more) |