| Have you walked on the city street?
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| And looked close at the people you meet?
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| Is there a trace of a smilin' face that you can see?
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| I recall how it used to be
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| When the poor were free to be
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| I remember the time when there wasn’t the crime or the hustle and greed
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| There’s so much that I remember
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| Like the simple joy of knowing your neighbour next door
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| I long to see the rainbows as they bridge across the sky
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| And hold the hand of the woman I love so
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| Take me back to the place the leeward face of the island
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| To the sunset skies and the smiling eyes I love
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| Just as sure as the sun up above is brightly shining
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| I’ll be flying again like a gull on the wind
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| I’ll be coming home to you
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| There’s so much that I remember
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| Like the simple joys and breathing the clean fresh air
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| I long to see the deep blue bay from the black cliffs by the sea
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| And hold the hand of the woman I love so
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| Take me back to the place the leeward face of the island
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| To the moonlit nights and the harbour lights I love
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| Just as sure as the stars up above are brightly shining
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| I’ll be flying again like a gull on the wind
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| I’ll be coming home to you
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| I’ll be flying again like a gull on the wind
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| I’ll be coming home to you |