| I"m gonna move to Newlyn
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| Find th elights inside of me
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| Sail the Irish Sea to Dublin
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| What will life ever make of me?
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| I see the kids play in the street
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| In their world so happily
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| My cousin Rick he still believes
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| There"s a world he"s yet to see
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| Carry on or fade away
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| Eventually there comes a day
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| We all see we are the same
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| With different things we choose to say
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| But what will you say?
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| I"m gonna hitch up to Glasgow
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| Learn all the tricks that I ought to know
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| An open book is still a mystery
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| So what will life ever make of me?
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| I see the kids play in the street
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| In their world so happily
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| My cousin Rick he still believes
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| There"s a world he"s yet to see
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| Carry on or fade away
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| Eventually there comes a day
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| We all see we are the same
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| With different things we choose to say
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| But what will you say?
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| Over and down through hills and towns
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| In sunshine and in rain
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| No holding back, relief in that
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| I"ll never feel the same
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| I"ll go my own way
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| I see the kids play in the street
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| In their world so happily
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| My cousin Rick he still believes
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| There"s a world he"s yet to see
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| Carry on or fade away
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| Eventually there comes a day
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| We all see we are the
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| same
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| With different things we choose to say
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| But what will you say? |