| I was born near the factory
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| Where Henry wrote his name
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| Sometimes I could hear the whistle blow
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| My father pushed his headlights
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| Thru that northern English rain
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| He was proud of everything he drove
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| And mother’s hair was fashioned
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| For that very special day
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| She cried on board the liner
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| And tried to wave good-bye
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| Five weeks of remembering, those names we couldn’t say
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| Staring at the South Pacific sky
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| I share my life with the immigrants and the ramblers
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| I drink my wine with the middlemen and the gamblers
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| I spend my time with schemers on the phone
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| But when I dream, I dream alone, I dream alone
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| I dream alone, I dream alone
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| As soon as we set foot on the sunburnt land
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| The mountains all around us ran with fire
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| My family knew right then that our best laid plans
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| Would have to reach a lot higher
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| I share my life with the immigrants and the ramblers
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| I drink my wine with the middlemen and the gamblers
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| I spend my time with schemers on the phone
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| But when I dream, I dream alone, I dream alone
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| I dream alone, I dream alone
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| Rows of simple houses, kids out on the street
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| Windows all aglow from the brand new TV sets
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| Screen door always slamming in that endless summer heat
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| My father working late to pay his debts
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| My father working late to pay hid debts
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| Now my little boy is safe in the comfort of his bed
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| The monster he invented we both chased into the night
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| His puzzle lies in pieces by the book that we just read
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| The story of a man who touched the sky …
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| I share my life with the immigrants and the ramblers
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| I drink my wine with the middlemen and the gamblers
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| I spend my time with schemers on the phone
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| But when I dream, I dream alone …
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| I share my life with the immigrants and the ramblers
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| I drink my wine with the middlemen and the gamblers
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| I spend my time with schemers on the phone
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| But when I dream, I dream alone, I dream alone
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| I dream alone, I dream alone |