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Vancouver through AmsterdamThe cities blend the sameBroke himself to find these tunes of misery againOf love and loss, to live it out and bleed it on stageLustre gone, see it clear on road to someday fameOhYeah I?m tired of this aching rambling soulOhYeah I just want some light place to call my homeThree hour roll south to town of El DoradoTo a tent he came to play just to find a fewSick and tired, now I am paying all these duesReflection's getting hard to see yeah in empty hotel roomsOhYeah I?m tired of this aching rambling soulOhYeah I just want some light place to call my homeSettle down to pickup truck, looking better by the weekBy myself recording player and write out all the acheBut will this grass get greener on the other side?Or will I wish to slip back to showtown city lights?Letras de cancionesOhYeah I?m tired of this aching rambling soulOhYeah I just want some light place to call my homeOhYeah I?m tired of this aching rambling soulOhYeah I just want some light place to call my home From Letras Mania