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I've seen the yellow lights go down the 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 off 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 morning in the mountains of Alaska |
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I've seen the sunset 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 with my head up in the clouds |
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And I'm far far away 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 |
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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 though 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 with my head up in the clouds |
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And I'm far far away 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 |
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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 though 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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And I'm far far away with my head up in the clouds |
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And I'm far far away 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 |
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Still as loud |
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And I'm far far away with my head up in the clouds |
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And I'm far far away 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 |
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Still as loud |
