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Hey babe, all of these roads Wont be, covered in gold Hey babe, no looking back Clear skies are on these tracks Lets go, go down these roads We can make them our own If we lose our way I promise I will stay I don't want to wait long So pack your things, lets go The sun is getting low Well find some place to call home Oh, oo aa ohh, oo aa ooh, oohh ooh ohhh Well find some place to call home Oh, oo aa ohh, oo aa ooh, oohh ooh ohhh Well find some place to call home Well find some place to call home Oh, oo aa ohh, oo aa ooh, oohh ooh ohhh Oh, oo aa ohh, oo aa ooh, oohh ooh ohhh Well find some place to call home Hey babe, all of these roads Wont be, covered in gold Hey babe, no looking back Clear skies are on these tracks Lets go, go down these roads We can make them our own If we lose our way I promise I will stay I don't want to wait long So pack your things, lets go The sun is getting low Well find some place to call home Oh, oo aa ohh, oo aa ooh, oohh ooh ohhh Well find some place to call home Oh, oo aa ohh, oo aa ooh, oohh ooh ohhh Well find some place to call home Well find some place to call home Well find some place to call home Oh, oo aa ohh, oo aa ooh, oohh ooh ohhh Oh, oo aa ohh, oo aa ooh, oohh ooh ohhh Well find some place to call home Well find some place to call. Well find some place to call home
Writer(s): Alexander Francis Barry, Ned Shepard, Ossama Al Sarraf, Samuel Denison Martin, Nicholas Lazzeri, Justin Harris, Taf Meltzrt, Nicholas Karl, Zella Day Kerr, Phillip Francis Patterson, Christian Michael Walker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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