| Papa says… there are clothes to wash
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| Sister says… brush your hair
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| You’ll go down… to the laundromat
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| Maybe your sister is there
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| Father says… when you’re young like this…
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| Things can seem… pretty bad
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| Let’s get out… and walk by the river
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| And there are people who roam the Docklands
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| And there are ships passing in the night
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| And there are thousands of things that I have dreamed
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| Gone in the daylight
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| Sister says… hold your head up high
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| Life goes on… so don’t be afraid
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| Keep your defenses… but don’t shut the loving out
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| You got to learn to carry that weight
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| And all the people who roam the Docklands
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| And all the ships passing through the night
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| And there are thousands of things that I have dreamed
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| Gone in the daylight
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m in a foreign land
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| And there’s a mirror I’m looking through
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| Lost in the place where I was born
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| Without a hand to hold on to
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| Hold on…(Hold on…)
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| Hold on…(Hold on…)
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| In the Docklands where I was born…
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| People keep moving to and fro
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| Everybody’s pushing… trying to make it happen
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| I… beg of you…(I) I beg of you…(l) I beg of you…
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| I miss you… more than I thought I could
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| I need you… more than you know
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| I was there… when they took you away from me
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| I’ll be there… when they let you go
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| And then the people who roam the Docklands
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| And all the ships passing in the night
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| And the thousands of things that I have dreamed
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| Stay in the daylight
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m in a foreign land
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| And there’s a mirror I’m looking through
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| Well bring me back to the place where I was born
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| Without a hand to hold on to
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| Give me your hand
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| Give me your hand…(Give me your hand)
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| Give me your hand… in the Docklands
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| I… beg of you… give me your hand…
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| In the Docklands |