| Oh the places I remember from the moment I was born
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| From Battersea to Birmingham, memories forlorn
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| Just faint wafts of nostalgia blowing gently on the breeze
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| I sit among the evergreen, of all I have received
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| Estrellas y la luna, the rays are breaking through
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| Out come the twinkling stars shining down on you
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| Well, I’m in and out the window, my mind a wandering star
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| So many clear cut chances, I put right over the bar
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| Easy in the kitchen making daily bread
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| Wormwood in your soul, a time bomb in your head
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| You’ve packed your things, you’re leaving, this time you know where
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| But the places you remember will always still be there
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| Will always still be there
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| Estrellas y la luna, the rays are breaking through
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| Out come the twinkling stars shining down on you
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| Look, children singing raucous out in the street below
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| Squeezing the last drops of fading light before it’s their time to go
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| Easy in the kitchen making daily bread
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| Wormwood in your soul, a time bomb in your head
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| You’ve packed your things, you’re leaving, this time you know where
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| But the places you remember will always still be there
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| Will always still be there
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| Estrellas y la luna, the rays are breaking through
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| Out come the twinkling stars shining down on you
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| Estrellas y la luna, the rays are breaking through
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| Out come the twinkling stars shining apart for you |