A tingle in the air.
Do you feel it too?
It's all around this little town.
I've got a lot to loose.
I've got my little house,
And my armchair when I'm sore.
I get warm near the fire,
Reading books of lands beyond my door.
I'd rather tend my garden,
Or sip a cup of tea.
But even with these thoughts of home,
I know what could be.
Should I stay or leave?
I think I should stay here.
I've always loved this little life,
This home that I hold dear.
But if I choose to go,
The sights that I could see!
Chasing every river,
Passing every tree.
The decision's mind to make,
Don't tell me what to do.
You can't force me into this.
It's my choice to choose.
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