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1. The moon lit the mountains bathed them in light
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The patchwork of paddocks spread forth in the night
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And whatever it was that had drawn him away
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Was forgotten, was gone...
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They say there's no place like this place
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The very same track will always lead back
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To a place where you're known
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Perhaps she was right when she said
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There's no place like home
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2. It's funny how little things serve to remind
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How deep run the feelings for what's left behind
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The signs, the fences, the haysheds, the dams
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There to welcome, to greet...
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3. The silos stood quiet, the main street was dark
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The courthouse, the gate and the gun in the park
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The copper just cruising, the sawmill, the tip
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He'd returned, he was home...
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Chorus
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No Place like Home
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| Colin Buchanan |
