| So tell me of the future, as I sit down and pray
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| So tell me of the treasures, and the pitfalls in the way
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| Summer city, bathed in golden light, a simple secret, knowing no return
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| THIS IS WHERE I WAS BORN AND DIED
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| THIS IS WHERE I WANT TO BE THIS IS THE LAND THAT I CALL HOME
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| AND YOU CAN’T TAKE THAT FROM ME
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| So tell me of the bridges, as we pass underneath
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| So tell me of the stones, and what lies beneath
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| Why speak of stones if it’s the arch that matters to me?
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| Without the stone, there can be no bridge
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| THIS IS WHERE I WAS BORN AND DIED
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| THIS IS WHERE I WANT TO BE THIS IS THE LAND THAT I CALL HOME
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| AND YOU CAN’T TAKE THAT FROM ME
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| So tell me of my voyage, as I set sail today
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| Years of youthful friendship degenerate into brawls
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| I stumble like a blind man
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| I won’t forget you and the choices that we made
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| THIS IS WHERE I WAS BORN AND DIED
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| THIS IS WHERE I WANT TO BE THIS IS THE LAND THAT I CALL HOME
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| AND YOU CAN’T TAKE THAT FROM ME
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| Catch you falling (7x) |