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Long way from home,
lost by an echo i'd never of have known.
I've got pictures to prove. I was there,
but you don't care.
Here's me overseas, across a pont by the Dover peaks.
I've smuggled myself into new nationalities, you think you'd be proud of me.
There's room to believe, out of sight, out of mind, out of reach.
Start over is no way to begin.
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