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^CWest, on a ^Fplane bound ^Cwest, I ^Fsee her ^Cstretching ^Gout below ^CLand, blessed ^Fmother la^Cnd, the p^Flace where ^GI was ^Cborn ^CScars, yeah ^Fshe's got her s^Ccars, some^Ftimes it ^Cstarts to ^Gworry me ^C'Cause lose, I don't ^Fwanna ^Close ^Fsight of ^Gwho we ^Care

From the ^Fmountains ^Chigh, to the ^Fwave-crashed ^Ccoast There's a ^Fway to ^Cfind better days I ^Gknow It's been a ^Flong hard ^Cride, got a ^Fways to ^Ggo But this is ^Fstill ^Cthe ^Amplace that we ^Fall ^Gcall ^Chome

^CFree, nothing f^Feels like ^Cfree, though it ^Fsometimes ^Cmeans we don't ^Gget along ^CSame, no we're ^Fnot the ^Csame, but ^Fthat's what ^Gmakes us s^Ctrong

^CBrave, got it c^Fall it ^Cbrave to c^Fhase that d^Cream acr^Goss the sea ^CNames, they s^Fign their ^Cnames for ^Fsomething t^Ghey beli^Ceve ^CRed, how the ^Fblood ran ^Cred and we ^Flaid our ^Cdead in ^Gsacred ground Just ^Cthink, wonder w^Fhat they'd ^Cthink if ^Fthey could ^Gsee us ^Cnow

It's been a ^Flong hard ^Cride, got a ^Fways to ^Ggo But this is ^Fstill ^Cthe ^Amplace that we ^Fall ^Gcall ^Chome

It's been a ^Flong hard ^Cride, got a ^Fways to ^Ggo But this is ^Fstill ^Cthe ^Amplace that we ^Fall ^Gcall ^Chome