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Now...in this faraway land |
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Strange...that the palms of my hands |
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Should be damp with expectancy |
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Spring...and the air's turning mild |
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City lights...and the glimpse of a child |
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Of the alleyway infantry |
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Friends...do they know what i mean? |
| [04:15.34] |
Rain...and the gathering green |
| [04:20.37] |
Of an afternoon out-of-town |
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But lord i had to go |
| [04:31.88] |
My trail was laid too slow behind me |
| [04:37.81] |
To face the call of fame |
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Or make a drunkard's name for me |
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But now this better life |
| [04:50.69] |
Has brought a different understanding |
| [04:56.87] |
And through these endless days |
| [05:00.42] |
Shall come a broader sympathy |
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And though i count the hours |
| [05:09.96] |
To be alone's no injury... |
| [05:14.62] |
My home...was a place by the sand |
| [05:22.40] |
Cliffs...and a military band |
| [05:27.48] |
Blew and air of normality |
