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I drove myself back to somewhere,

Old mountains, a river and trees everywhere.

The air was fresh, the breeze was cool,

There in the valley was that old school.

Little houses, familiar faces and farms,

Swinging to the breeze the tall palms.

Life there is just as clear as air,

Being ordinary is special there.

We may get lost in the chaos of the city,

But we live our lives back in the country.

Day and night it's just rush and hurry,

Walking along with friends is now a memory.

I long for that life now , I missed this place,

I couldn't forget it, it couldn't be replaced.

We may have travelled everywhere,

But we'll always want to go back there.

Going round the world now I know,

There's nothing like being back home!