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Home - Shawn Mullins
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The funniest girl I ever knew
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Had hair as orange as halloween
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The bluest eyes that saw right through
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All the BS in everything
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She was an artist from the start
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And she always sang from the bottom of her heart
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And though her road was so long
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She finally made her way back home
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She finally made her way back home
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The loneliest kid I ever saw
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Owned an old man's callused hands
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Sitting barefoot in front of a dime store
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In a place some called the promised land
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He had hollow sunken eyes
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But he was smiling big like he'd won some kinda prize
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He was ragged, he was rolling like a stone
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In the dirty city streets that he called home
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Yeah, the dirty city streets that he called home
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Hobos, tramps and troubadours
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Don't ride in boxcars like they did before
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Seems like most of my heroes
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Just ain't around no more
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I know I'm lucky to sing my songs
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And if you want to you can sing along
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We've been on this road so long
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Won't you help me find my way back home?
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Help me find my way back home
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