I was born in the ringing night in the city, And ever since i´d know that something´s wrong.
And i´d always had a longing out for the country.
And all the sittening goats putting go...?
And every evening when the sun goes down.
I say tomorrow i will leave this town.
I will get out on the hally and drive all night too the country.
I´ll try to find the place that i can call my home.
I´ll get out of the city and hang all down to the country.
Cuz i know that´s the place where i belong, Its what i call home.
And every day im spending dreams im longing.
And in my mind im lost in paradise.
I´ve heard that life is all about the longing.
Instead i tell myself the same old lies.
Oh Every evening when the sun goes down, i say tomorrow i will leave this town.
I will get out on the hally and drive all night to the country.
I´ll try to find the place that i can call my home.
I´ll get out of the city and hang all down to the country.
Cuz i know thats the place where i belong.
Its what i call home.
Oh every evening when the sun goes down, i say tomorrow i will leave this town.
I will get out on the hally and drive all night to the country.
I´ll try to find the place that i can call my home.
I´ll get out of the city, and hang all down to the country.
Cuz i know thats the place where i belong, Its what i call home.

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