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Aug 2014
I am the king of this dusty road.
And no matter which way I go
I always end up back in this place
That they all call home
For me this place has never been a home
How does one even find a home?
Every place I stay
I find more reasons to walk away
My feet have grown tired from this endeavor
And I have nothing left to do
But rest on this dusty road
Where I know I am King
Matthew Hundley
Written by
Matthew Hundley  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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