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Now what would they do if |
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I just sailed away |
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Who the hell really compelled me to leave today |
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Runnin' low on stories of what made it a ball |
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What would they do if |
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I made no landfall |
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I lived half my life in an eight by five room |
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Just crusin' to the sound of the big diesel boom |
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It's not close quarters that would make me snap |
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It's just dealing with the daily unadulterated crap |
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Chorus:Sail away, for a month at a time |
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Sail away, |
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I've got to restart my mind |
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And you'll find me back at it again |
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Oh, I love the smell of fresh snapper fried light |
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What you say pouilly-fusse to round out the night |
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The mid-morning watch is the best time to look |
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Oh, what would they do if |
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I wrote the big book'cause |
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I've seen incredible things in my years |
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Some days were laughter and others were tears |
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If I had it all to do over again |
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I'd just get myself drunk and |
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I'd jump right back in |
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Chorus:Sail away, that's the way |
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I surviveSail away, that's just no shuck and jive |
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It just makes my whole life come alive |
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The wind whistles through the cold riggin' at night |
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Crazy crowds boogie to the sounds and the lights |
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Bums down in capo's he's just havin' a ball |
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What would he do on another landfall |
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What would they do if |
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I made no landfall |
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Oh, what would they do if |
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I flew to nepal |
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What would |
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I do if I met lucille ball |
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I'm tryin' to make a little sense of it all |
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Just tryin' to make a little sense of it all |
