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Messina-Tate |
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Have you walked on the city street ? |
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And looked close at the people you meet ? |
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Is there a trace of a smilin' face that you can see ? |
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I recall how it used to be |
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When the poor were free to be |
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I remember the time when there wasn't the crime or the hustle and greed. |
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There's so much that I remember |
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Like the simple joy of knowing your neighbour next door |
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I long to see the rainbows as they bridge across the sky |
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And hold the hand of the woman I love so. |
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Take me back to the place the leeward face of the island |
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To the sunset skies and the smiling eyes I love |
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Just as sure as the sun up above is brightly shining |
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I'll be flying again like a gull on the wind |
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I'll be coming home to you. |
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There's so much that I remember |
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Like the simple joys and breathing the clean fresh air |
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I long to see the deep blue bay from the black cliffs by the sea |
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And hold the hand of the woman I love so. |
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Take me back to the place the leeward face of the island |
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To the moonlit nights and the harbour lights I love |
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Just as sure as the stars up above are brightly shining |
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I'll be flying again like a gull on the wind |
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I'll be coming home to you |
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I'll be flying again like a gull on the wind |
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I'll be coming home to you. |