| I’ve often thought about
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| The men where I came from
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| And times ago
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| Their sons, these days, are found
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| In US and Britannia care
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| And as I think about
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| In my mother’s eyes I look and see the story there
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| It’s a knowledge of beauty in these days rare
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| Go west, go west young man
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| West of hollow words and all that lies there
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| Go west, I’II sing an air
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| For all the previous
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| Wild black curly hair
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| For what use is anything
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| If I don’t have the wisdom and warmth
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| Of my past generations
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| If I need strength
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| To take bad on
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| I just look back to
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| Where I came from
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| I look back where I came from
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| I’ve had respect, money and love
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| I’ve denied my beautiful heritage
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| Gone away from my roots and come back home again
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| I gave away my individuality
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| And listened to the «now» generation
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| When really I’m not one of those
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| But love has brought me closer to the truth and right now
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| I couldn’t be any closer
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| To love your father is a fulfilling thing
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| My national pride is a personal pride |