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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 of the wrist without me |
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Even gettin' kissed, 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 and passed the |
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Hound dog singer's home, 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 but the call of home |
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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, it still seems all in hand |
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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 stay in your memory |
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For a while, 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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And I'm far, far away but the sound of home |
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Is loud still as loud |
