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I don't know if you can see |
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The changes that have come over me |
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In these last few days I've been afraid |
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That I might drift away |
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I've been telling old stories, singing songs |
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That make me think about |
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where I've come from |
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That's the reason why I seem |
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So far away today |
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Let me tell you that I love you |
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That I think about you all the time |
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Caledonia, you're calling me, |
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now I'm going home |
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But if I should become a stranger |
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Know that it would make me more than sad |
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Caledonia's been everything I've ever had |
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Now I have moved |
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and I've kept on moving |
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Proved the points |
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that I needed proving |
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Lost the friends |
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that I needed losing |
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Found others on the way |
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I have kissed the fellas |
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and left them crying |
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Stolen dreams, yes, |
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there's no denying |
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I have traveled hard, |
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sometimes with conscience flying |
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Somewhere with the wind |
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Let me tell you that I love you |
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That I think about you all the time |
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Caledonia, you're calling me, |
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now I'm going home |
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But if I should become a stranger |
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Know that it would make me more than sad |
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Caledonia's been everything I've ever had |
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Now I'm sitting here before the fire |
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The empty room, the forest choir |
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The flames have cooled, |
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don't get any higher |
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They've withered, |
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now they've gone |
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But I'm steady thinking, |
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my way is clear |
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And I know what I will do tomorrow |
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When hands have shaken, |
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the kisses float |
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Then I will disappear |
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Let me tell you that I love you |
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That I think about you all the time |
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Caledonia, you're calling me, |
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now I'm going home |
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But if I should become a stranger |
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Know that it would make me more than sad |
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Caledonia's been everything I've ever had |
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Caledonia's been everything I've ever had |