| September’s sun welcomes you home
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| You’ve followed the road leading to new Rome
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| Sky is open wide like father’s arms
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| Ship’s sinking in your mother’s tears
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| Dreaming of fortune as many before
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| Having it all planned in the back of your mind
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| Ready for some change, taking the challenge
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| Of making today the steps of tomorrow
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| Ever rising hope’s catching all the souls
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| Taking them away on a trip far from home
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| In a big city, in a foreign land
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| Learning life again
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| Walking on the western ground
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| Souvenirs have their own language
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| Distances aren’t what they seem
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| When you’re on your own you’re never alone
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| Phantoms of the past are still haunting the place
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| Luck and success are paving the way
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| Engaged in that path there’s no turning back
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| Ever rising hope’s catching all the souls
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| Taking them away on a trip far from home
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| In a big city, in a foreign land
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| Learning life again
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| Walking on the western ground |