[Originally performed by Iron Maiden]
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From the coast of gold, across the seven seas
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I'm travellin' on, far and wide
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But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself
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And all the things I sometimes do,
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it isn't me but someone else
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I close my eyes, and think of home
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Another city goes by in the night
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Ain't it funny how it is,
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you never miss it 'til it's gone away
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And my heart is lying there
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and will be 'til my dying day
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So understand
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Don't waste your time always searching
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for those wasted years
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Face up... make your stand
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And realise you're living in the golden years
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Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind
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Can't ease this pain, so easily
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When you can't find the words to say
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it's hard to make it through another day
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And it makes me wanna cry
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and throw my hands up to the sky
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Wasted Years
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Angra |