| Break the chains that keep us here
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| The dirty city and unwholesome wares
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| Free the grip from round my head
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| My eyes long to see the fields instead
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| As time doth slowly and sorely creep
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| The distant mist I sense before me Wisps about my feet
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| Tell me what happened to me She’d say, it was meant to be Go off and journey someplace
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| I’ll see you after winter
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| You know it can always happen
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| So near to the end
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| Love has a funny habit of Running out on you
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| Just in time you’ll be here
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| Living by the river
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| Mixing with friends, I know them
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| Sharing touch and beauty
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| Belgium is just a place I remember
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| Streets of rain, one forgotten night
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| Early flight
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| We just slipped away
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| Sharing breakfast, nothing left to say |