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Usually take one last pass through town |
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Stop the car and touch the ground |
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Watch those streetlights swayin' in the breeze |
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Decorated store fronts |
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Rusty old gas pumps |
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Try to fill my mind up |
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With somethin' before I go |
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Picture postcard memories |
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know You they always make for good company |
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I don't know no town |
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Like the old town |
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Even when the miles are many |
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I feel like I'm still around |
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Deep inside me |
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Like rings through an oak tree |
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Yeah, there something 'bout a Sunday when I'm gone |
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That keeps me turning home |
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standin' I'm here beneath these billboard lights |
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Takes me back to those autumn nights |
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Hometown bleachers packed real tight |
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we As marched down the field |
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My feet would a swing from dropped tailgate |
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Out on Airport Road real late |
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No one could walk a line too straight |
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usually We made it home alright |
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And glory days I cant re-live |
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Stories I'll never forget |
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And I know don't no friends |
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Like the old friends |
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I never to seem laugh now |
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Like I did with them |
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But deep inside me |
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A piece of history |
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Yeah, I hear their voices even though they're gone |
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And it keeps me turning home |
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Never twice the same way does it start |
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And sure enough she stole my heart |
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On the old gym floor, spinnin' round and round one night |
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And though we tried both hard to wait |
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We sure did love the taste |
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Of the sweet being love made and prayin' got I it right |
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Graduation came and went |
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Along with all the time we spent |
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And I don't know no love |
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Like the first love |
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When I think about the best times |
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She's the one I think of |
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Deep inside me |
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All though the taste is bittersweet |
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I see her smilin' even though she's gone |
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And it keeps me turning home, yeah |
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And it keeps me turning home |
