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Imagine a place where you don't need a name |
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And you don't need a license to open your mind |
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Well, it's a traveling circus of jokers and clowns |
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A movie picture that's one of its kind |
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And this place is the only place |
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Where even the clergy dance in the rain |
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And I know if I was stronger |
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I'd change my ways and join the parade with you |
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From the backstreets of this island |
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Move on, move on |
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To the walkways of the mainland |
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Move on |
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Dirty face and oily hands |
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But adament of life so clean and so pure |
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And in a perfect world the rights of man |
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Could never betray the rights of the land |
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And this way is the only way |
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The pilgrims walk a trail of song |
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And I know if you were stronger |
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You'd change your ways, you'd join the parade with me |
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From the backstreets of this island |
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Move on, move on |
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To the walkways of the mainland |
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Move on |
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Deeper and deeper, my blood runs deeper |
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Under the skies of time |
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Higher and higher, my soul leaps higher |
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Over the clay and lime |
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Deeper and deeper, my blood runs deeper |
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Under the skies of time |
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Higher and higher, my soul leaps higher |
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Over the clay and lime |
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From the backstreets of this island |
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Move on, move on |
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To the walkways of the mainland |
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Move on |
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From the backstreets of this island |
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Move on, move on |
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To the walkways of the mainland |
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Move on |
