I've lived here before in days of old
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I recognise these buildings in my soul
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I know each winding road
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And every rise
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Is friendly and familiar to my eyes
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I've lived here before I do believe
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I have rejoiced in these fields and I've grieved
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I can feel it in my blood
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That I belong
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To this strange and stony rock I stand upon
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Yet I cannot put a name upon it
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I cannot place the time
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Nor see the land as it once was
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Nor tell which house was mine
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No I cannot put a name upon it
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Which was where and when
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Yet here I am
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A perfect stranger
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Home again
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There's confusion in my head as I depart
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But a singing, ringing, soaring in my heart
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For beyond all time and space and doubt
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I know
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I've lived here before
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Long ago
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I've Lived Here Before
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| The Waterboys |
