| I don’t know if you can see
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| The changes that have come over me
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| In these last few days I’ve been afraid
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| That I might drift away
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| So I’ve been telling old stories, singing songs
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| That make me think about where I came from
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| And that’s the reason why I seem
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| So far away today
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| But let me tell you that I love you
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| And that I think about you all the time
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| Caledonia you’re calling me and now I’m going home
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| But if I should become a stranger
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| You know that it would make me more than sad
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| Caledonia’s been everything I’ve ever had
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| I have moved and I’ve kept on moving
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| Proved the points that I needed proving
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| Lost the friends that I needed losing
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| Found others on the way
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| I have kissed the ladies and left them crying
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| Stolen dreams, yes there’s no denying
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| I have travelled hard sometimes with conscience flying
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| Somewhere with the wind
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| Now I’m sitting here before the fire
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| The empty room the forest choir
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| The flames that couldn’t get any higher
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| They’ve withered now they’ve gone
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| But I’m steady thinking my way is clear
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| And I know what I will do tomorrow
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| When the hands are shaken and the kisses flow
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| Then I will disappear |