CinderellaBack Home Again

I hit the road wide open at seventeen Mama cried herself to sleep Lost a dad I'd never seen Took all my childhood friends Guitar, and a dream Some say I got it bad I say I've got the cream No, no, no I roll into town and I'm spinnin' my wheels to black Go, go, go I hit the stage and you make me feel like I'm back I'm back Back home again I'm back Back home again I'm back Back home I worked from nine to five at twenty-two Felt good to stay alive Good times were far and few Trustin' my hopes and dreams With someone who said they knew Just how to make ends meet They haven't got a clue No, no, no I rolled into town and I'm spinnin' my wheels to black Go, go, go I hit the stage and you make me feel like I'm back I'm back Back home again I'm back Back home again I'm back Back home again I'm back Back home Take me back I'm back I'm back Back home again I'm back Back home again I'm back Back home again I'm back Back home
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