A place called home

(Alan Evans)

A life on the run and wishing that he could go home

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From the the shanty towns of Rio to the fuengirola sun ain't much that I ain't seen or done I tell you boy for nothing of where I'd rather be in a place called home watching my tv yeah I've done the travelling seen the world in its raw never could have imagined some of the sights that I saw I chased the highlife now I'm hunted and on the run but I'm tired of running for things I shouldn't have done to late to turn back the clock avoid a life on the run hiding in the shanty's XXX XXX XXXXXXXXXX XXX XXXX XXXXXX XXX XXXXXXXXX XXXXXX XXX XXXXXXXXX XXX XXX XXX XXXXX XXXX XXXXX XXXXXXX XX XXX XXXXX XXXXXX XXXX XX XX X XXXX XXX XXX XXX XXXXXXX XX XXXXX XXX XXXXXX XX XX X XXXXX XXXXXX XXXX XXXXXXXX XX XX

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