Traveling at night, the headlights were bright
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And we? been up many an hour
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And all through my brain
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Came the refrain
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Of home and it? warming fire
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CHORUS
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And Home
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Sings me of sweet things
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My life there has it? own wings
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To fly over the mountains
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Though I'm standing still
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The people I've seen
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They come in between
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The cities of tiring life
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The trains come and go,
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But inside you know
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The struggle will soon be a fight
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CHORUS
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Traveling at night,
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The headlights were bright.
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But soon the sun came through the trees
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Around the next bend
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The flowers will send
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The sweet scene of home in the breeze
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CHORUS
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Home
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| Karla Bonoff |
