| I’m missing all those summer nights
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| Running with the fireflies
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| Dancing in the rain
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| Counting every single plane that’s flying by
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| It’s not a place you go to
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| It’s more a place you travel through
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| It doesn’t look like much
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| But it’s way more than enough
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| It fits me right
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| And you can take me far away
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| But you can never take this part of me
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| You can take me far away
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| But some things never change
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| When I see clouds, I see faces
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| When I see roads, I see places where we could go
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| When I meet strangers, I say «Hello»
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| I come from where the wild wildflowers grow
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| When I hear thunder, I sing along
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| 'Cause I’m the daughter of where I’m from
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| A starlit sky will always guide me home
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| I come from where the wild wildflowers grow
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| I miss my parents' living room
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| A little mud under my shoes
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| And though I’m feeling blessed
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| I get weary in my chest from time to time
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| And you can take me far away
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| But you can never take this part of me (take this part)
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| You can take me far away
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| But some things never change
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| When I see clouds, I see faces
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| When I see roads, I see places where we could go
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| When I meet strangers, I say «Hello»
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| I come from where the wild wildflowers grow
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| When I hear thunder, I sing along
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| 'Cause I’m the daughter of where I’m from
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| A starlit sky will always guide me home
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| I come from where the wild wildflowers grow
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| I come from where the wild wildflowers grow
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| When I see clouds, I see faces
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| When I see roads, I see places where we could go
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| When I meet strangers, I say «Hello»
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| I come from where the wild wildflowers grow |