| Someday I’ll listen to my heart
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| And know it’s tearin' me apart
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| Echo tells me I can’t stay
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| For one more minute, for one more day
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| Someday I’ll open up a door
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| That leads me to some distant shore
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| I’ll listen only to the sound
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| Of my barefeet upon the ground
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| I’ll taste the wine in Kingston Harbor
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| I’ll sing a song in old San Juan
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| I’ll kiss a girl in Barcelona
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| Then I’ll be free to carry on
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| Someday I’ll find out how to give
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| And when I do I’ll start to live
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| I’ll cast my eyes up to the sky
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| Then catch a star and wave goodbye
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| I’ll taste the wine in Kingston Harbor
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| I’ll sing a song in old San Juan
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| I’ll kiss a girl in Barcelona
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| Thn I’ll be free to carry on
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| I’ll taste the win in Kingston Harbor
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| I’ll sing a song in old San Juan
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| I’ll kiss a girl in Barcelona
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| Then I’ll be free (To carry on)
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| I’ll taste the wine in Kingston Harbor
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| I’ll sing a song in old San Juan
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| I’ll kiss a girl in Barcelona
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| Then I’ll be free to carry on |