you will know where I am gone,
you can hear the whistle blow,
a hundred miles.
a hundred miles,a hundred miles,a hundred miles,
away from home.
hurry hurry hurry home love,
hurry back to Rotorua,
through the mountains and the valleys,
hurry home to me.
slow and steady,
like S'pore is a city,
learn hard and study,
till you reach university.
as I grow up,these songs n saying are always in my heart.
I'd promised to myself that I won't forget it.
it has its own value.i really mean it.
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