I was on the road,
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Despite the holiday.
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A winter green daydream,softly collided.
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And took all my headaches away.
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When did I arrive?
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I don't recall ever leaving Alaska.
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Why do I hate the dark, when I'm alone?
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I was on my way,
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To a brighter day,
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I'm still chasing around.
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But somehow I still believe that this is home.
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It's so good to be home.
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I was on the ground.
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When I recall the day,
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That my discomposure left me forever.
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And swept all my troubles away.
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When did I arrive?
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I don't recall ever leaving Alaska.
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Why do I hate the dark, when I'm alone?
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I was on my way,
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To a brighter day,
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I'm still chasing around.
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But somehow I still believe that this is home.
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It's so good to be home.
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Alaska
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| Sky Sailing |
