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Oldfield |
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A summer dawn is coming |
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There's a rare lightning on the sea |
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And on the fishing fleet and the men coming home |
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I wanna run down there, wanna meet them |
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Oh I love to be with the sons of the free! |
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Love to be with the sons of the free! |
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They're born of the wind |
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There ain't no man gonna rule them |
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Their feelings run deep and strong |
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They got a real heartbeating through them |
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Oh I love to be with the sons of the free! |
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Love to be with the sons of the free! |
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They're moving! Moving on! |
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They're moving! Moving with the sun! |
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Love to be with the sons of the free! |
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Love to be with the sons of the free! |
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The stars are singing |
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There's a high tide in my heart |
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I can hear the men on the beach |
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They're bringing good news from afar! |
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Oh I love to be with the sons of the free! |
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Love to be with the sons of the free! |
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Oh I love to lie! Oh! I wanna live and die |
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With the sons of the free! |
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Oh I love to lie! Oh! I wanna live and die |
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With the sons of the free! |
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Oh I love to lie! Oh! I wanna live and die |
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With the sons of the free! |
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Oh I love to lie! Oh! I wanna live and die |
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With the sons of the free! |
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Oh I love to lie! Oh! I wanna live and die |
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With the sons of the free! |