| I was young, it was the 60's you see
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| I never wanted to be the chief of anything
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| So it was singing in the church for me
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| Behind the organ was as close as I’d ever be
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| There was a woman that I knew before
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| She was in Auckland, she was spoken for
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| My hair was short, my skin was brown
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| I did construction work from town to town
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| There were things we did and should not have done
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| Been half a century since I seen my sons
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| Lord knows if
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| They would ever forgive me, I won’t
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| Forgive myself at least
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| There are strange forces
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| In the air only time can unleash
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| In a way, I still believe
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| I fell in love, it was the 90's you see
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| I met a woman across the Tasman in '83
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| And we settled down and raised a couple kids
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| But I couldn’t bring myself to tell 'em what I did
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| I hope that one day if they find my sons
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| They’ll tell 'em everything that I’ve become
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| And I will hold it till my dying breath
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| When I tend the garden, I will think of them
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| But my youngest kid, he can’t shut his mouth
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| I guess it won’t be long till the truth is out
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| Lord knows if
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| They would ever forgive me, I don’t
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| Forgive myself at least
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| There are strange forces
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| In the air only time can release
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| In a way, I still believe
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| In the instance of pain
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| I look straight down at the iris
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| If the irises fade
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| I spend days out in the yard
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| In the absence of rain
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| I take a seat down at the organ
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| And I play
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| Lord, I play
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| Ah! |