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