| Oh, not a word
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| Not a sigh that can’t be heard
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| But once the dust has kissed your feet
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| You are married to this wayward beat
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| Oh, give me a home, where the buffaloes roam
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| Oh, endlessly blue
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| This is where I’ll stay with you
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| With a sky so big it’s overwhelming
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| Can you be my writer for a happy ending
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| Oh, give me a home, where the buffaloes roam
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| Oh, I will grow old
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| I will lose my faith I’m told
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| But once this sight has touched your eyes
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| You are married to those endless skies
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| Oh, give me a home, where the buffaloes roam
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| Let me stay here, with the stars dear
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| Let me stay here, with the stars dear
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| Let me stay here, let me stay here
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| Oh, give me a home, where the buffaloes roam |