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Oh the places I remember from the moment I was born |
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From Battersea to Birmingham, memories forlorn |
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Just faint wafts of nostalgia blowing gently on the breeze |
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I sit among the evergreen, of all I have received |
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Estrellas y la luna, the rays are breaking through |
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Out come the twinkling stars shining down on you |
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Well, I'm in and out the window, my mind a wandering star |
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So many clear cut chances, I put right over the bar |
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Easy in the kitchen making daily bread |
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Wormwood in your soul, a time bomb in your head |
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You've packed your things, you're leaving, this time you know where |
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But the places you remember will always still be there |
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Will always still be there |
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Estrellas y la luna, the rays are breaking through |
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Out come the twinkling stars shining down on you |
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Look, children singing raucous out in the street below |
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Squeezing the last drops of fading light before it's their time to go |
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Easy in the kitchen making daily bread |
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Wormwood in your soul, a time bomb in your head |
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You've packed your things, you're leaving, this time you know where |
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But the places you remember will always still be there |
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Will always still be there |
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Estrellas y la luna, the rays are breaking through |
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Out come the twinkling stars shining down on you |
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Estrellas y la luna, the rays are breaking through |
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Out come the twinkling stars shining apart for you |
