This land is my home, my heart is rooted here
With hail stones and rain storms, I walk without a fear
This life is my own, the roads in front of me
With hail stones and rain storms, I keep on running free
When the music got to me
When the music got to me
When the music got to me
This life is my own
The roads in front of me
With hail stones and rain storms
I keep on running free
This land is my home, my heart is rooted here
With hail stones and rain storms, I walk without a fear
This life is my own, the roads in front of me
With hail stones and rain storms, I keep on running free
When the music got to me
When the music got to me
When the music got to me
This life is my own
The roads in front of me
With hail stones and rain storms
I keep on running free
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