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steaks are in the meadow |
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fields are overgrown |
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winds of change are blowing through |
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the place that I've called home |
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they're digging at the edges |
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to build the power line |
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same old stories |
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but now the story's mine |
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so lets build a fire and throw in |
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the papers in the past |
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no need to try and save it now |
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it's never gonna last |
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it's a starry night |
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the moon is bright |
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lets call the old owl in |
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let him know we're leaving |
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say goodbye old friend |
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goodbye to the years here |
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they've flown |
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goodbye to the only |
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home I've known |
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the wheels of the world |
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are rolling through |
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and if the door is closing |
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i guess im running too |
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fourteen years my family |
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walked these crooked floors |
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forty years before my father |
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opened up the doors |
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stony stand it all began |
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three hundred years before |
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what story id beginning |
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if this one is no more |
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goodbye to the years here |
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they've flown |
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goodbye to the only |
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home I've known |
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the wheels of the world |
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are movin' on |
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and if the door is closing |
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i guess it's time I'm gone |
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feels like a wave that can't be stopped |
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a coming day my heart will drop |
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feels like a war that wont be won |
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without a gun |
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so goodbye bird and bear |
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goodbye tree and land |
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goodbye to all i know like on the back of my hand |
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i walk the grounds and make the rounds |
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of this place I've loved so well |
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fire up the diesel |
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in a last lone croft farewell |
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goodbye to the years here |
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they've flown |
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goodbye to the only |
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home I've known |
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the wheels of the world |
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are rolling through |
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and if the door is closing... |
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goodbye to the years here |
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they've flown |
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goodbye to the only |
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home I've known |
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the wheels of the world |
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are turning fast.. |
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goodbye to the years here |
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they've flown |
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goodbye to the only |
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home I've known |
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the wheels of the world |
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are movin' on |
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and if the door is closing |
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i guess it's time I'm gone |