| The moonlight shines on a sycamore
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| And now they are calling to me In the city its snowing
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| THe sidewalks blowing
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| But there’s somewhere I’d rather be Thousands of people all walking by But Somehow I’m still alone
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| I’m gonna spend winter my way
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| Again on the highway
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| I’m ready to find a way home
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| Indiana, thats where I’m going
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| This time of year you know how I feel
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| Indiana, thats where I’m going
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| Where Christmas will always be real
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| We’ll build up the fire tell a story or two
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| With good friends we always invite
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| The old and the young come together as one
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| And we sing into the night
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| Indiana, thats where I’m going
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| This time of year you know how I feel
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| Indiana, thats where I’m going
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| Where Christmas will always be real
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| And I remember those who are gone
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| Looking down on my home from above
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| Deep in December its where I belong
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| Sharing the days with the ones who I love
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| Indiana Indiana Indiana
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| Indiana Indiana Indiana
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| Indiana Indiana Indiana
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| Where Christmas will always be real
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| The moonlight shines on a sycamore
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| And now they are calling to me |