| The year I was born
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| The Vietnam war came to an end
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| 'Time for liberation'
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| That was what some thought it would be
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| Don’t remember how
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| How I ended up in this town
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| Still I feel the same as if
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| It’s the first day I met you
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| You watched the train come and go
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| From what’s left of old town
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| The flower still grows in me
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| I grew up, a bit clued up
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| Got jaded and then faded
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| Believing in our happy ending
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| Like a sunset off the coastline
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| Never cheated
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| We never lied, too
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| We hated before they hated us
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| She was so strong
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| And she was so sad
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| I guess I was the same way
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| Just don’t close your eyes
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| Just don’t close your eyes
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| This could be my direction
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| You tell me you are doing fine
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| We’re just waiting for the answers
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| Wind blowing one direction
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| You tell me you are doing fine
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| We’re just waiting for the answers
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| I’m writing down my thoughts
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| Like chasing down something to hold
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| Something to lean on
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| When leaving off the sail
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| You’re giving me something to bet on
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| Something to go on
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| And after all I have survived
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| Your cheek is what this morn' reminds
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| It’s darkness you cast away
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| That leaves the seed right where you stand
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| As you look into my sentiment
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| Your flower grows |