| Mamma sent me away
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| Across the great divide
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| With only a kiss to remind me
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| She said its fine time I think you should be going
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| Fine time I think you should be growing
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| Now I’m making my way
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| To the other side
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| With only a feeling to guide me
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| It’s a fine time to get myself a moving
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| Fine line between talking and doing
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| Do you hear the call of a hero
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| It’s the only voice I know
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| Do you hear the call of a hero
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| I don’t need these chains no more
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| Maybe someday mama
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| You’ll see me dressed in red
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| You hear the song I’m singing
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| Now you know what the hero said
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| Now I’m staking my claim out where the spotlight shines
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| A heart full of soul inside me
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| It’s a fine life and it ain’t over
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| No more time looking over my shoulder
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| Do you hear the call of a hero
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| It’s the only voice I know
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| Do you hear the call of a hero
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| I don’t need these chains no more |