| Wrote myself a sad song a million years ago
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| It took off down a road I couldn’t predict
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| With wild kicks and crazy kicks
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| Spent a lot of miles building up my name
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| Driving through the wind and the rain
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| Working that circuit that has no end
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| Looking out for danger round the twisted bends
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| Now I’m back home for a while with a smile
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| And my garden’s full of summer weather
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| Gonna keep on with the work tho it sometimes hurts
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| When you’re looking at the fields of forever
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| Looking at the fields of forever
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| Lived myself some lives a long time back
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| Took me down some strange dark tracks
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| Good times and troubles you would not believe
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| Fighting through a jungle full of pirates and thieves
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| Used a lot of money running from the truth
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| Didn’t add up to nothin but the blues
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| Didn’t ever fall but I sometimes stumbled
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| Always got up when I heard the wheels rumble
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| Now I’m back home etc
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| Now I’ve been singing that same number
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| For as long as I can remember
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| People still love that sound
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| Of the night coming down
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| Gonna sing that song for a million years
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| Gonna sing that song for a thousand years
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| I’m back home etc |