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No longer |
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I roam on the shores that |
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I love. The ship that |
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I am sailing is lost at sea. |
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Lord knows |
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I long for the blue skies above. |
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You know, home is where the heart is. |
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Why can't you see? |
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But now there are asking questions. |
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So be careful for what you say. "Step into room sixteen, sir". |
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Please come right this way. |
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Because you are in exile. |
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Exile no!! |
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I cannot believe they are wasting my time. |
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Please tell me what is happening. |
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Cause I don't have a clue. |
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It's so hard to conceive that |
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I'm still standing in line. |
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I'm feeling so lonely, |
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I could cry the blues. |
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But then there is a ray of hope somewhere. |
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At least that's what they always say. |
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Again "step into room sixteen, sir". |
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Because you are in exile. |
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Exile no!! [guitar solo] |
