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He was gone, gone, gone into the blue |
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Didn't take that long |
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To disappear from view |
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Left all his mates huddled in the pub |
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To the coast that London no longer loved |
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His palm tree moonlight and new buddies in the bar |
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Pacific pills and golden rainbow grass |
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He felt at home at last |
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Went out in the evening to find a sadder girl |
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Don't feel bad you know you're not alone |
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And this is your new home |
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He was gone, gone, gone into the blue |
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Didn't take that long |
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To disappear from view |
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And he rolled, rolled, rolled to the harmony |
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With a shirt of pearls and a kinder sea |
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He wrote me threaded letters of how he had it made |
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Got some desert sounds and the sound was great |
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Played with the friends he'd made |
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Wrote the black words with tears in their eyes |
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About some girl he'd married |
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And how she'd died, oh how she'd died |
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He was gone, gone, gone into the blue |
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Didn't take that long |
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To disappear from view |
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Francisco blows so long, so slow |
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And his pale beer eyes filled up so low |
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And I understand |
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To feel complete and live inside mirage |
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Oh, I understand |
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To feel complete to write down the mirage |
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And sing hello morning goodbyes |
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To sing hello morning goodbyes |
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And sing hello morning goodbyes... |
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He was gone, gone, gone into the blue |
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Didn't take that long |
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To disappear from view |
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And he rolled, rolled, rolled to the harmony |
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With a shirt of pearls and a kinder sea |
