| When I was a young boy
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| Back in orangefield
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| I used to gaze out
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| My classroom window and dream
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| And then go home and listen to ray sing
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| «i believe to my soul"after school,
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| Oh that love that was within me You know it carried me through
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| Well it lifted me up and it filled me Meditation contemplation too
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| Oh weve got to go back
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| Got to go back
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| Got to go back
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| Got to go back
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| For the healing go on with the dreaming
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| Well theres people in the street
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| And the summers almost here
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| Weve got to go outside in the fresh air
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| And breathe while its still clear
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| Breathe it in all the way down
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| To your stomach too
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| And breathe it out with a radiance
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| Into the nightime air
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| Weve got to go back etc. etc…
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| Got my ticket at the airport
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| Well I guess Ive been marking time
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| Ive been living in another country
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| That operates along entirely different lines
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| Keep me away from porter or whiskey
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| Dont play anything sentimental itll make me cry
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| Ive got to go back my friend
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| Is there really any need to ask why
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| Weve got to go back etc. etc… |