| The finer parts of the city
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| They never meant that much to me
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| Just mother’s love and sympathy
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| I’ve been to New York and Tennessee
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| Both of them felt the same to me
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| No home in bricks alone
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| So if you want to leave,
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| And you need some company
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| My house is just a house
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| And my street is just a street
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| We’re living, we’re breathing
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| Coming home feels just like leaving
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| We’re dancing, we’re singing
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| Sore bones and ears still ringing
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| On and on and on and on and on and on and on
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| I found my place here
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| One town down, time to move along
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| And in the end I think one day I’ll settle down
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| But even then I know I’ll still need you around
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| Some days just have this way of fading
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| Of drifting away
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| So I’m saying If you want me to,
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| I’ll go anywhere with you
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| We’ll make the world spin as fast as we want it to
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| We’re living, we’re breathing
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| Coming home feels just like leaving
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| We’re dancing, we’re singing
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| Sore bones and ears still ringing
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| On and on and on and on and on and on and on
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| I found my place here
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| One town down, time to move along
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| We drove all night, Mr. Dylan and I
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| And in the hours we found what makes us ignite
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| And maybe things weren’t easy, but we didn’t care
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| It doesn’t matter where we end up,
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| It only matters how we get there
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| We’re still living, we’re still breathing
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| We’re still dancing, we’re still singing
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| We’re still singing |