| When you find that unsent letter
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| Written in a stranger’s hand
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| In ink as old as time itself
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| You’re wanted in a foreign land
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| There’s nowhere you can run or hide
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| No way to hide your face
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| Your fading time can’t be denied
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| No-one else can take your place
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| In this foreign land
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| So open up your mind to the wonder
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| Drink in the meaning of One
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| It’s time to steal death’s thunder
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| Never let it say that it won
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| No harm in asking what it means
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| Even as it takes us by the hand
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| So kiss the face of all that’s been
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| And head off to that foreign land
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| How can it be a foreign land
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| When you’re always been a stranger
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| How can it be a foreign land
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| When you’ve never sensed its danger
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| How can it be a foreign land
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| When it’s closer every day
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| And everyone who passes through
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| Is born to show the way
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| So lay down and dance the tango
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| Sing your deep songs flamenco
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| Bathe at the end of a rainbow
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| We must pay the debt that we owe
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| Take a bow my friend
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| Well done, bravo
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| Take a bow my friend
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| Take a bow my friend
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| Well done, bravo
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| Take a bow my friend |