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Blue skies of April An eighteen hour drive Atlanta at Three-AM...New York City tonight My home, my heart, my best friend Life has been pretty good Who am I kidding it's been grand

Chorus: I've been thinkin' 'bout this and that I've been thinkin' 'bout the way it should be I've been thinkin' 'bout the weight of the world I've been thinkin' 'bout the way it could be

Dog days of summer further on down the road All the kids just keep on dancing long after the show My road, my heart, my best friends Life has been pretty strange All the freaks are getting toasted on the range
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Getting ready to harvest Workin' on a bridge One more trip to the left coast Wonderin' where it is My home, my heart, my best friend Never knew that it could be this way Ah, what the hell did I know anyway?

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