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Growing up was easy, taking life slowly
Ocean and mountain were my friends
I was in no hurry, shoes were never near me
Barefoot and naked in the rain

I know you well
I know you well
I know you well
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I’ve lived in the city, city all around me
No one was naked in the rain
Seemed as though the people compounded all their troubles
Compressed them into concrete and to pain

I see you crying
People walk by it doesn’t make much sense to me
I see you crying
Why don’t you try to come on home with me
Come on
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Everyone who meets me, knows I’m from the country
I am proud of everything that I have learned
And everywhere I travel, I love all those people
Who get naked and crazy in the rain

I know you well
I know you well
I know you well
Home, home
Come on
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