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Some are born to plough the fields of home
Some are born to happiness and never start to roam
I bent the bow, I Let the arrow fly
Your children go - do you ever wonder why?
Cross my heart, there's nothing I'd regret
Just that single perfect path, I haven't found it yet
Let's work it out, it's not too late to try
I said Get real, I didn't say Goodbye
'Cos I was born to tell the truth and run
Remember me, remember me
It was all for love, the crazy things I've done
Remember me, I'm still your native son
Remember me, I'm still your native son
Oh, native son
Oh, native son
Some are born to watch the years go by
Some are born to happiness, it comes as no surprise
I bent the bow, I Let the arrow fly
I said Get real, I never said Goodbye
'Cos I was born to tell the truth and run
Remember me, remember me
It was all for love, the crazy things I've done
Remember me, I'm still your native son
Remember me, I'm still your native son
Oh, native son
Oh, native son
Remember me, I'm still your native son
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