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forgotten aims and destinations |
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i have seen the downs of life |
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when i reflect on what you've done |
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tearful moments will survive |
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i don't care what you are sayin' |
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i was displaced, i felt quite torn |
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between the so-called promised land |
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and the place where i was born |
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a thousand days have passed away |
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it's so long, that i've been gone |
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words i'd lost, but found again |
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time goes by and life goes on |
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that's my city's coat of arms |
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where coal dust is everywhere |
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where my feet first touched the ground |
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there i breathe a familiar air |
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you are my comfort, you are my joy |
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you make me feel complete |
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you belong to me |
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you are everything i need |
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all my roads - they lead to you |
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all my road - they still tend west |
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where my feet first touch the ground |
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i want to be laid to rest |
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a silver-coloured church |
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a rooted lime green tree |
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two silver mining hammers |
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a red lion above me |