Ridin' restless under broken sky,
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Weary traveller, somethin' missin' inside,
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Always lookin' for a reason to turn around.
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Desperate for a little peace of mind.
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Just a little piece of what I left behind
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Well, I found it now: you're like coming home.
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You're like a Sunday mornin', pleasin' my eyes;
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You're a midsummer's dream under a star-soaked sky.
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That peaceful easy feelin' at the end of a long, long road.
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You're like coming home;
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You're like coming home,
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You're like coming home.
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Go ahead let your hair fall down.
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This wonderlust: it's gone now.
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I'm here in your arms; I'm safe from the world again.
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These are the days that can't be erased:
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Baby, there isn't a better place;
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You're like heaven: you're like coming home yeah.
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You're like a Sunday mornin', pleasin' my eyes;
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You're a midsummer's dream under a star-soaked sky.
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That peaceful easy feelin' at the end of a long, long road.
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You're like coming home;
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You're that innocence, that serenity,
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That long-lost part of me.
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You're Sunday mornin', pleasin' my eyes;
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You're midsummer's dream under a star-soaked sky.
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That peaceful easy feelin' at the end of a long, long road.
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Yeah,
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You're Sunday mornin', pleasin' my eyes;
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You're midsummer's dream under a star-soaked sky.
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That peaceful easy feelin' at the end of a long, long road.
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You're like coming home,
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You're like coming home;
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You're like coming home,
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Oh, like coming home.
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You're Like Comin' Home
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| Lonestar |
