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There's smoke in the hills |
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And dust in the valley |
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They're burning candles now in Canterbury |
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And there's roads that go East |
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And roads that go West |
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And roads to the sea to see where the seagulls fly |
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And there was a group who played in the country |
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And sang through the changes |
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Young hearts must needs be finding |
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I see dispersion |
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New roads are calling us |
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And though that means a parting |
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It is not for always |
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You should not be lonely |
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How I'm going to miss you |
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What do you think of yourself |
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Do you think of yourself |
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As a lion or a tiger? |
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Do you have eyes for the dark |
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Can you play in the park |
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With no fear of the strangers? |
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We will not be frightened |
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How do you handle your life |
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Are you conquered by strife |
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Are you wholly receptive? |
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Are you surrendered to doubt |
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Do you keep a look out |
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Are you open to changes? |
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We will not be frightened |
