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It feels like yesterday |
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When I was told a little tale |
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About a broken road |
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A tale of fortune and of fame |
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There was a time |
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When a man couldn't find his kind |
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There was a rhyme |
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Which made a man make up his mind |
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In those lines |
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I heard you say |
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Fare well on your way |
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There every root and stone and wishing well |
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Has a tale to tell |
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The air that |
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I breatheIs made of dreams and memories |
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Of past and future days |
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And countless new pathways |
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When I look behind |
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I see my footprints on the road |
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Those remind of the time |
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When your haven always welcomed me |
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In those lines |
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I heard you say |
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Fare well on your way |
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And when the broken road turns home again |
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There's a tale to tell |