| When Jimmy thinks he found his home
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| With smiling faces and room to grow
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| He’s put back on the stranger’s road
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| Never looking back and never letting go He needs time to try his heart
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| Why even build or ever start
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| If he’ll just get torn apart
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| Before he even gets a chance
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| To say goodbye and pack your bags
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| He’s put back on the stranger’s road
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| Never looking back and never letting go He needs time to find some air
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| All he’s found is life’s unfair
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| All he wants is for somewhere
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| That he can finally call his home
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| Somewhere where he can rest his bones
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| Somewhere he can fine someone
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| Some place where folks remember his face
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| Cause most of the time he feels like a ghost
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| Who lives in the shadows and nobody knows
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| That he dreams of giving his sons what he never had
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| A place to call home and a permanent dad
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| and he’ll never show them stranger’s road
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| he swears they’ll never know the stranger’s road… |