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East, west, over the ocean |
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Perpetual motion, traveling around |
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No rest, singing and playing |
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Night out and day in, doing the rounds |
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What a great life it must seem |
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Swell joints, everything classy |
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Nothing that's passe, only the best |
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Lush girls ogling and eying |
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Crying and sighing, this is success |
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What a great life it must seem |
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But when I hear young voices singing out |
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The bells at home come ringing out |
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When I think all alone |
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Then I think of my home |
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Mom, Dad, all 'round the fire |
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In festive attire, keeping the day |
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Aunts, kids, all the relations |
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Congratulations, this is success |
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What a great life it must seem |
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But when I hear young voices singing out |
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The bells at home come ringing out |
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When I feel all alone |
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Then I long for my home |
