| Through the searing heat of the midday sun
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| I’m out of breath, I am gasping out
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| I’m almost gone, I am almost gone
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| My heart it is beating, my heart it is pounding
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| Looking back, there’s something there
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| Against the rocks, burning clear
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| I see his shape with the horns and spear
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| It’s a very long way, far, far away
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| From your hometown streets and all those rusting mills
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| And they never could understand
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| Why you had to go, why you had to go
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| So did you make it safe to the promised place?
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| And did they take you in like you were part of them?
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| You wanted it so much — all those days of dreaming
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| You gave it all your faith, you gave it all your faith
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| And I remember the night we passed each other
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| You were like the last on Earth, still praying, still praying
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| My heart it was pounding, my heart it was beating
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| With him standing there with the horns and spear
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| It’s a very long way, far, far away
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| From your hometown streets and all those rusting mills
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| And they never could understand
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| Why you had to go, why you had to go |