I was in chains, chained to my love
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Lying sleeping below the silver trees
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Then up comes Davey and says
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You must be running boy
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Now I must fly, now I must fly
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First to my darling down in the valley
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I cried madly, hey, Ia¢æ¢âm here at your door
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She says, John, John now be gone from my door
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You and your misery Ia¢æ¢âll taste no more
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I was in chains and bound for Australia
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Dreaming wildly about my life before
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Of my distrust all across the dreadful ocean
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And of my true love Ia¢æ¢âll lay no more
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And of my true love Ia¢æ¢âll lay no more
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Oh, I was in chains and bound for Australia
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Dreaming wildly about my life before
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Of my distrust all across the dreadful ocean
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And of my true love Ia¢æ¢âll lay no more
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And of my true love Ia¢æ¢âll lay no more
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Oh the, oh the future
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The future before me, oh
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[Incomprehensible]
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[Incomprehensible]
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[Incomprehensible]
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I Was In Chains
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| Paul Young |
