I will not go down
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On the feast of Stephen
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I will not sail away
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On the Rights of Man
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Never saw the sun
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When I was leaving
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I¡¯m sure it smiles on you all
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Now and then
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Tender is the night upon your pillow
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Tender is the light above our door
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Tender is the night upon this airplane
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But tender is the hope of coming home
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You know every traveller has a self-deception
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You know every sailor longs for time on shore
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Leaving is a feeling that I hate but
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Homesick is a longing I get more and more
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Tender is the night upon your pillow
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Tender is the light above our door
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Tender is the night upon this airplane
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But tender is the hope of coming home
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How many times
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Have I sat in this airport
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Waiting for the miracle to fly?
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I say I go away
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To make our lives better
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Pretty sure here is where life¡¯s passing me by
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Oh here me cry:
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Tender is the night upon your pillow
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Tender is the light above our door
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Tender is the night upon this airplane
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But tender is the hope of coming home
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But tender is the hope of coming home
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Tender is the Night
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| Old Man Luedecke |
