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written by Slade |
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I've seen the yellow lights go down in Mississippi |
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I've seen the bridges of the world and they're for real |
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I've had a red light of the wrist |
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Without me even gettin' kissed |
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It still seems so unreal |
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I've seen the mornings in the mountains of Alaska |
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I've seen the sun set in the east and in the west |
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I've sang the glory that was Rome |
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And passed the hound dog singer's home |
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It still seems for the best |
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And I'm far far away |
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With my head up in the clouds |
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And I'm far far away |
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With my feet down in the crowds |
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Lettin' loose around the world |
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But the call of home is loud, still as loud |
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I've seen the Paris lights from high upon Montmartre |
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And felt the silence hanging low in no mans land |
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And all those Spanish nights were fine |
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It wasn't only from the wine |
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It still seems all in hand |
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And I'm far far away |
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With my head up in the clouds |
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And I'm far far away |
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With my feet down in the crowds |
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Lettin' loose around the world |
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But the call of home is loud, still as loud |
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I've seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi |
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The grand Bahama island stories carry on |
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And all those arigato smiles |
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Stay in your memory for a while |
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There still seems more to come |
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With my head up in the clouds |
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And I'm far far away |
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With my feet down in the crowds |
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Lettin' loose around the world |
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And I'm far far away |
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With my head up in the clouds |
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And I'm far far away |
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With my feet down in the crowds |
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Lettin' loose around the world |
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But the call of home is loud, still as loud |
