| We’ll make it home
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| A thousand miles with more to go
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| A foreign town, a darkened road
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| With no place in the world to go
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| I measure time in miles
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| My sleep in minutes
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| But all my wealth and sense comes from a tome
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| That offers only opposite
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| When night falls over our small town
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| Our metropolis, our busy coast, our landlocked home
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| When night falls, don’t be around
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| Don’t be here at all
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| We’ll make it home
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| A thousand miles with more to go
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| A foreign town, a darkened road
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| There’s no place in the world to go
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| And often when I wake, I mistake our resting place for home
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| A mistake I’ve made not often, but only just forgot
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| When night falls over our small town
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| Our metropolis, our busy coast, our landlocked home
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| When night falls, don’t be around
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| Don’t be here at all
|
| We’ll make it home
|
| A thousand miles with more to go
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| A foreign town, a darkened road
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| There’s no place in the world to go
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| To go
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| A thousand miles with more to go
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| A foreign town, a darkened road
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| A silly dream you had like you were home again
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| But when night falls, there’s no place left to go
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| Lost between the coasts
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| Rivers, mountains, deserts, and roads
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| I don’t know where to go
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| We’ll make it home
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| A thousand miles with more to go
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| A foreign town, a darkened road
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| There’s no place in the world to go
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| We’ll make it home
|
| A thousand miles with more to go
|
| A foreign town, a darkened road
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| There’s no place in the world to go
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| To go
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| A thousand miles with more to go
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| A foreign town, a darkened road
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| A silly dream you had like you were home again
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| But when night falls, there’s no place left to go |