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In the distance day was dawning, |
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Comes to me the early morning, |
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Something tells me that I'm going home |
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The brand new sun shining bright |
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From the darkness fields of light |
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Something tells me that I'm going home |
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Going home |
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When the summer's coming in |
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And the moonlight on the river |
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Shows me where I've been |
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Soft the rain is gently falling |
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Lightly cross the city morning |
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I get the feeling that I'm going home |
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Across the moorlands, past the mountains, |
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O'er the rivers, beside the new streams, |
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Something tells me that I'm going home |
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Going home |
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When the summer's coming in |
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And the moonlight on the river |
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Shows me where I've been |
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Going home |
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When the summer's coming in |
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And the moonlight on the river |
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Shows me where I've been |
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As the train is rolling nearer |
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Ah, the feeling just to be there, |
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Something tells me that I'm going home |
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Now the skylines reach my eyes |
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The ridge stands out in highland skies |
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I just can't believe I'm going home. |
