| As fall returns, the presence of home
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| Is real to me, and where I belong
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| Fields of green, weeds of gold
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| Peace of mind, on a dead end road
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| So many days, so many years, preserve and crystallize my thoughts
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| And all the times that I spent here
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| From the hottest days to the coldest nights
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| Always by my side
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| Trails of the path, were gone at last
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| Broke the mold, and took it all back
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| Presume the thoughts and the memories we share
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| Back wood blues, will always be there
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| So many days, so many years, preserve and crystallize my thoughts
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| And all the times that I spent here
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| From the hottest days to the coldest nights
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| Always by my side
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| So many
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| Scent of pine, seasoned wood
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| Chimney soot on the back of my nose
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| To all my kin, it’s their stomping ground
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| As long as I live, I’ll remember my town
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| So many days, so many years |