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Let me tell you all a little story of the things |
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I've found, |
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Hanging out and drinking with my friends in the cathedral grounds, |
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And later dodging drunks as we dance along |
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Jury Street, |
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As we wander up town to the railway our friends to meet, |
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There's something about coming back to your hometown again, |
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The place where you grew up and where you found your firmest friends, |
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And though none of them still live here, |
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I've got nowhere to go, |
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I'm a Wessex |
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Boy and when |
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I'm here I'm home |
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Let me tell you all a little story of the things |
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I've lost, |
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Huddling for warmth on the top step of the |
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Buttercross, |
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Sitting on the benches by the bridges at the riverside, |
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Of counting down the hours for the buses cause |
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I missed my ride |
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There's something about coming back to your hometown again, |
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The place where you grew up and where you found your firmest friends, |
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And though none of them still live here, |
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I've got nowhere to go, |
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I'm a Wessex |
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Boy, a Wessex boy and when |
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I'm here I'm home |
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And one day |
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I will hear this song anonymous and sweet, |
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Ringing out from a buskers guitar on the ancient city streets, |
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I'll pause awhile and smile before |
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I continue on the road, |
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And somebody else will sing the words and |
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I'll feel like |
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I'm homeThere's something about hometowns you never can escape |
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The triumphs and the tragedies and those of little faith |
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The welling of nostalgia and feeling kind of strange, |
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Cause despite the little changes yeah this place still feels the same |
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There's something about coming back to your hometown again, |
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The place where you grew up and where you found your firmest friends, |
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And though none of them still live here, |
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I've got nowhere to go, |
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I'm a Wessex |
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Boy,I'm a |
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Wessex boy and when |
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I'm here I'm home |
