| When I arrive eyes wide fired up,
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| Tried not to slide and let the side down, Now the
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| Planes on the ground. |
| I’ll find a good profession, it’s 1957,
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| I’ve come to the mother land to make a home to put my bed in,
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| This weather does my head in some people are less than kind. |
| I wish,
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| Mamma was here so I could unwind.
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| But I’m supposed to be the good news, so I lace up these hard black shoes
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| and look more work, the streets whenever paved with gold they simply make my feet hurt. |
| they just make my feet hurt.
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| Just a little money in my pocket and a little bit left for those I love,
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| To have enough food on my table and a little bit more for those who call,
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| In this land of hope and glory,
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| You’d think there’s enough for us all.
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| You’d think there’s enough for us all.
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| When I arrive eyes wide petrified,
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| Tried not to cry and let the side down, Now the
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| planes on the ground. |
| Its 20 years later mammas in the arrival lounge,
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| I take a. |
| few seconds to kiss her.
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| Then look around at what’s happened to my home town,
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| What’s going on, but papa doesn’t look too strong,
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| Rush home in a cab, windows up, now I hear dad cough,
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| we gotta get in before they switch the lights and water off,
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| for the night, I have to get to know the guard dogs, cause they bite,
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| Progress just pass us by, to the right.
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| Just a little money in my pocket and a little bit left for those I love,
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| To have enough food on my table and a little bit more for those who call,
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| In this land of hope and glory,
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| You’d think there’s enough for us all.
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| You’d think there’s enough for us all.
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| Just a little money in my pocket and a little bit left for those I love,
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| To have enough food on my table and a little bit more for those who call,
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| In this land of hope and glory,
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| You’d think there’s enough for us all.
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| You’d think there’s enough for us all. |