| I’ve been feeling weary, 70 degrees in February
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| Mama’s raking leaves, and I’m about to leave
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| I-90 barreling down, Pacific Northwest-bound
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| Through this cage’s screens, watch the turning of the leaves
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| Oh I’m free, Oh I’m free
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| Oh, rest easy while I’m home
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| While I’m home
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| But I ain’t often home, keep company but feel alone
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| All the sights to see, I know where I could be
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| I’m a lonesome boy, but loneliness pair well with joy
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| All in all live, and learn what you can give that’s free
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| Oh that’s free
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| Home, rest easy while I’m home
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| Well I’m home
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| Home, while I’m home
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| Well I’m home
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| Often miss my pa when I hear that Amanaz
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| Follow Khala my friend down the road that has no end
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| Ain’t got time to meet someone I would treat in that loving way
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| Cause I’m leaving any day if I’m free
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| Oh I’m free
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| Oh, rest easy while I’m home
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| While I’m home
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| Just a traveling man in a traveling band
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| Hope to lend a hand before the Earth turns into sand
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| Wanted to have a daughter and a son that loves the water
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| Swimming in the sea living worry-free
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| Fat chance, fat chance…
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| Home, rest easy while I’m home
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| While I’m home
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| Home, rest easy while I’m home
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| While I’m home
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| Home, while I’m home
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| Well I’m home |