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Harbour lights will change your plans |
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more than judge or jury can |
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what a sight |
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flickerin' like prayers of grace |
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how could you ever lose this place? |
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what a sight |
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But I'm sure I don't stand |
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a ghost of a chance |
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to stay here past the time, when all my checks run out |
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to stay here past the time, when all my checks... run... out |
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Chinese junks are driftin' in |
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the foghorn blows its low warnin' |
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across the stars |
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glistening fluorescent tears |
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finally know what kept me here |
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harbour lights |
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and I wonder if you |
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are makin' it through |
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we all hang from a single thread and a thousand truths |
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we all hang from a single thread and a thousand... truths |
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harbour lights will change your plans |
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more than judge or jury can |
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what a sight |
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But I'm sure I don't stand |
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a ghost of a chance |
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to stay here past the time, when all my checks run out |
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and I wonder if you |
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are makin' it through |
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I wonder under which moon do you sleep tonight |
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I wonder under which moon do you say... good... night |