| I’m travelin' hard to get back home
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| It’s a long way from where I’m goin'
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| You took my word and pounded away
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| Wrote it in the sand that you felt the same
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| For I’m singin' a song of nineteen men
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| Twelve men in robes that you gotta defend
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| Singin' a song of nineteen friends
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| You took me around the block again
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| It’s a long way from Piccadilly
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| Punk rockers sellin' their faces for the TV
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| But what I took I gave a away
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| You might need it again some day
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| For I’m singin' a song of nineteen men
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| Twelve men in robes that you gotta defend
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| Singin' a song of nineteen friends
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| You took me around the block again
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| Old Mister Christian are you listenin'?
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| You wrote in your red book
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| You’re waiting for the memories
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| Who’s that standin' next to my wife?
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| Here we go again into the night
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| You took my love and you found a way
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| Can I make it just one more day
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| For I’m singin' a song of nineteen men
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| Twelve men in robes that you gotta defend
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| Singin' a song of nineteen friends
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| You took me around the block again |