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When you climb mountains so high |
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And you can't pretend |
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When the time's passed by |
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Every story you have to defend |
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There's a wrong way you could go |
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And you've got to be strong |
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Every day you will know |
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Well, there's nowhere that you can belong |
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Standing at the station |
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Always waiting |
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He's an immigrant son |
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Staring, concentrating |
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Almost breaking |
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He's an immigrant son |
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Wonder where he's going |
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Some day he'll be back here again and be |
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Standing at the station |
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Always waiting |
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He's an immigrant son |
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Though you're just passing by chance |
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Anyone you can befriend |
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When you're breaking the trance |
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It's no beginning, no middle, no end |
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It's something that you won't forget |
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It's a thing you'll never see |
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Well, you won't feel there's any regret |
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You can be what you wanted to be |
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Standing at the station |
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Always waiting |
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He's an immigrant son |
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Staring, concentrating |
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Almost breaking |
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He's an immigrant son |
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Wonder where he's going |
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Some day he'll be back here again and be |
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Standing at the station |
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Always waiting |
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He's an immigrant son |
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Endless journey |
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Going nowhere |
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No salvation |
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No one will care |
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Wonder where he's going |
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Some day he'll be back here again and be |
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Standing at the station |
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Always waiting |
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Standing at the station |
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Always waiting |
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He's an immigrant son |
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Staring, concentrating |
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Almost breaking |
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He's an immigrant son |
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Wonder where he's going |
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Some day he'll be back here again and be |
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Standing at the station |
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Always waiting |
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He's an immigrant son |
