Bet you never thought you'd see me, round these parts again,
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cause five minutes after graduation I blew out of here like the wind,
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was the first one in four generations to think that there had to be something more,
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and whatever I was missing, it damn sure worth looking for,
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So I hit the road, long and lonesome road,
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I got lost in Arizona, trying to find my place in the sun,
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met a girl in Oklahoma, turns out she was not the one,
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Made my way to the Carolina's, wondered up and down the coast,
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till it dawned on me, what I'd left right here,
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and what I'd been missing, in my missing years
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It's the smell of the morning coffee, at the Liberty Cafe,
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smile and in a way from old Sunny, like I hadn't missed a day,
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Well it sure ain't much to look at, just a dusty drive through town,
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but the roots that run beneath it, are what make it scared ground,
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I've seen enough to know, what make a place a home,
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Cause I got lost in Arizona, trying to find my place in the sun,
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met a girl in Oklahoma, turns out she was not the one,
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Made my way to the Carolina's, wondered up and down the coast,
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till it dawned on me, what I'd left right here,
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and what I'd been missing, in my missing years
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Made my way from the Carolina's, to this one lane gravel road,
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cause it dawned on me, what I left right here,
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Missing Years
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