The moonlight shines on a sycamore
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And now they are calling to me
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In the city its snowing
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The sidewalks blowing
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But there's somewhere I'd rather be
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Thousands of people all walking by
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But Somehow I'm still alone
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I'm gonna spend winter my way
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Again on the highway
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I'm ready to find a way home
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Indiana, thats where I'm going
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This time of year you know how I feel
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Indiana, thats where I'm going
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Where Christmas will always be real
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We'll build up the fire tell a story or two
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With good friends we always invite
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The old and the young come together as one
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And we sing into the night
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Indiana, thats where I'm going
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This time of year you know how I feel
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Indiana, thats where I'm going
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Where Christmas will always be real
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And I remember those who are gone
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Looking down on my home from above
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Deep in December its where I belong
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Sharing the days with the ones who I love
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Indiana Indiana Indiana
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Indiana Indiana Indiana
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Indiana Indiana Indiana
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Where Christmas will always be real
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The moonlight shines on a sycamore
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And now they are calling to me
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Indiana Christmas
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| Straight No Chaser |
