Come drive me down to the central station
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I hate to leave my river tyne
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For some damn town that's god-forsaken
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Fare thee well, northumberland
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Although i'll go where the lady takes me
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She'll never tell what's in her hand
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I do not know what fate awaits me
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Fare thee well, northumberland
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My heart beats for my streets and alleys
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Longs to dwell in the borderlands
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The north-east shore and the river valleys
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Fare thee well northumberland
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I may not stay, i'm bound for leaving
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I'm bound to ramble and to roam
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I only say my heart is grieving
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I would not gamble on my coming home
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Roll on, geordie boy, roll
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Roll on, geordie boy, roll
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Roll on, geordie boy, roll
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Roll on, geordie boy, roll
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So drive me down to the central station
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I hate to leave my river tyne
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For some damn town that's god-forsaken
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Goodbye old friend of mine
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Although i'll go where the lady takes me
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She'll never tell what's in her hand
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I do not know what fate awaits me
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Fare thee well, northumberland
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So roll on, geordie boy, roll
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Roll on, geordie boy, roll
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Roll on, geordie boy, roll
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Roll on, geordie boy, roll
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Fare Thee Well Northumberland
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| Mark Knopfler |
