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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 Home 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 Home 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 Home