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Jun 2010
There's no place like the road,
The place I used to call home.
For four summers long,
I will sing this song.
The places,
The faces.
The sweat and the tears,
Hasn't been seen for three long years.
Going back on the road,
There's no place like HOME.
Written by
Alex Caldwell
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