I've often thought about
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The men where I came from
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And times ago
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Their sons, these days, are found
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In US and Britannia care
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And as I think about,
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In my mother's eyes I look and see the story there
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It's a knowledge of beauty in these days rare
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Go west, go west young man
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West of hollow words and all that lies there
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Go west, I'II sing an air
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For all the previous
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Wild black curly hair
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For what use is anything
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If I don't have the wisdom and warmth
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Of my past generations
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If I need strength
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To take bad on,
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I just look back to
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where I came from.
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I look back where I came from
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I've had respect, money and love,
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I've denied my beautiful heritage
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Gone away from my roots and come back home again
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I gave away my individuality
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And listened to the "now" generation
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When really I'm not one of those
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But love has brought me closer to the truth and right now
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I couldn't be any closer
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To love your father is a fulfilling thing
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My national pride is a personal pride
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Knowledge Of Beauty
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| Dexy's Midnight Runners |
