| I will always go back to the site of the bay
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| Where the nights never seemed as long as the day
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| The dog-collar army we tremble before
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| Those spires don’t look so tall anymore
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| Dad was always driving the top of the road
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| Mum’s in the doorway still thanking the Lord
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| Green birds took 'em to the land of the free
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| When they were gone it was all up to me
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| These city lights don’t shine like you say
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| The green, green grass is all turning to grey
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| You made this boy gold and then turned him to stone
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| This is my home
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| You think I don’t remember, but I do
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| But I do
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| You think I don’t remember, but I do
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| Yeah, I do
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| No one saw it coming 'til it was too late
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| But it was the young that would carry the weight
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| Shook hands with the mighty for better or worse
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| Sometimes a blessing, sometimes a curse
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| These city lights don’t shine like you say
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| The green, green grass is all turning to grey
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| You made this boy gold and then turned him to stone
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| But this is my home
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| You think I don’t remember, but I do
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| Yeah, I do
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| You think I don’t remember, but I do
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| Yeah, I do
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| Here’s to the journey, I know who I am
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| As much as we fought, that was never the plan
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| I’m not the first, I won’t be the last
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| Take me back to the grove, and we’ll all raise a glass
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| You think I don’t remember, but I do
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| But I do
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| You think I don’t remember, but I do
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| But I do
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| You think I don’t remember
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| You think I don’t remember, but I do
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| You think I don’t remember, but I do
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| You think I don’t remember, but I do
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| I will always go back to the site of the bay
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| Where the nights never seemed as long as the day |