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Verse 1:
I was Amtaught to be Fproud of wheCre I come frCom FAnd I'm so sCad that I'Amm the only oDne. AmLike a cold preFacher boy talking onCly to himCself FHow did he thCink that he got tDo promised Dlands? D
Sometimes I'm confused and I don't know where I'm going, Mistaking gentle rivers for that cold wind a-blowing. I'm always sure of an angel when she gets here, But I never see her coming and I miss her when she disappears. Chorus:
CGone, gone, goFne, CNot gone for loCng, If you're taCught to be prFoud of whereC you come frCom.
Gone, gone, gone, Not gone for long, If you're taught to be proud of where you come from. Verse 2:
It's haAmrd to be cFool when you're playCing for the propChets; They reFally knoCw if you got iAmt or you lost Dit. I'll siAmng this sonFg but I don't knCow where it came fCrom, RemFinds me of a mounCtainside to stand Dupon and gentDly hum. D
Chorus Verse 3: Sometimes I'm confused I don't know where I'm going, Mistaking gentle rivers for that cold wind a-blowing. And I'm always sure of an angel when she gets here, But I never see her coming and I miss her when she disappears.