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| Lonestar Miscellaneous You're Like Comin' Home Ridin' restless under broken sky, Weary traveller, somethin' missin' inside, Always lookin' for a reason to turn around. Desperate for a little peace of mind. Just a little piece of what I left behind: Well, I found it now: you're like coming home. You're like a Sunday mornin', pleasin' my eyes; You're a midsummer's dream under a star-soaked sky. That peaceful easy feelin' at the end of a long, long road. You're like coming home; You're like coming home, all right. Go head an' let your hair fall down. This wanderlust: it's gone now. I'm here in your arms; I'm safe from the road again. These are the days that can't be erased: Baby, there isn't a better place; You're like heaven: you're like coming home. You're like a Sunday mornin', pleasin' my eyes; You're a midsummer's dream under a star-soaked sky. That peaceful easy feelin' at the end of a long, long road. You're like coming home; You're that innocence, that serenity, That long-lost part of me. You're like a Sunday mornin', pleasin' my eyes; A midsummer's dream under a star-soaked sky. That peaceful easy feelin' at the end of a long, long road. You're like a Sunday mornin', pleasin' my eyes; You're a midsummer's dream under a star-soaked sky. That peaceful easy feelin' at the end of a long, long road. You're like coming home, yeah. You're like coming home; Baby, like coming home; You're like coming home. |
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