| On the edge of the dark moor of heather
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| In a tumbledown cabin we shared
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| We were hard up together
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| Though we never really cared
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| In the fields where we worked together
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| My dad said: «That's where you belong
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| Until the twelfth of Never»
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| And it’s funny, but it made you feel strong
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| So we all did believe in the big time
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| What a wonderful feeling to share!
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| Oh, come, let’s sing the old song that we used to sing
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| It’s gonna make you feel better, my friend
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| And again we’ll recall that same old dream
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| A dream that could never end
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| Oh, let’s sing the old song that we used to sing
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| It’s gonna make you feel better, my friend
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| Let your mem’ries carry me back again
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| To the dream that could never end
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| Oh, a dream that could never end
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| When a blind-alley life leaves you crying
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| There’s the power to live and survive
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| It makes you feel like saying:
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| «I don’t regret a single day of my life»
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| So we all did believe in the big time
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| What a wonderful feeling to share!
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| Oh, come, let’s sing the old song that we used to sing
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| It’s gonna make you feel better, my friend
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| And again we’ll recall that same old dream
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| A dream that could never end
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| Oh, let’s sing the old song that we used to sing
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| It’s gonna make you feel better, my friend
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| Let your mem’ries carry me back again
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| To the dream that could never end
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| Oh, a dream that could never end
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| Oh, let’s sing the old song that we used to sing
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| It’s gonna make you feel better, my friend (feel better my friend)
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| Let your mem’ries carry me back again
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| To the dream that could never end
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| Oh, a dream that could never end
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| Oh, a dream that could never end |