| I was walking on the coast road
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| When the harbour came in view
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| It was there I saw the hilltop
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| That I used to walk with you
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| We’d sing of the old country
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| Now it’s such a lonesome climb
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| Our world faded once when you were mine
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| Why is true love so difficult to find
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| Wish you were here to see it with me
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| One more time
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| Lalala…
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| Wish you were here to sing it with me
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| One more time
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| Those economic vultures
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| Stole our dreams and told us tales
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| Then they towed away our culture
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| To their depot in south Wales
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| Corporations get the tax breaks
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| While the city gets the crime
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| The profit’s going somewhere
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| But it isn’t yours or mine
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| Still we blindly trust in the divine
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| Let’s sing for the old country
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| Come on, one more time
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| Lalala…
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| Let’s sing it loud with feeling
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| Come on, one more time
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| You know I must be leaving
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| And I know you’ve got to stay
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| But you know that I’ll be grieving
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| When you’re so far away
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| And if this should be the last time
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| I should ever see your face
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| Let’s part with no hard feeling
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| And a positive embrace
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| And I will speak well of you
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| When they ask when you were mine
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| Till then the jet stream up above
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| Shows us the warning signs
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| Till we meet again bravely walk the line
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| Let’s sing it loud with feeling
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| Come on, one more time
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| Lalala…
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| Let’s sing for the old country
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| Come on, one more, one more time |