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Here I am: "Hometown Boy Makes Good" |
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Writes one critic. |
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All my childhood I lived |
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By the blue Pacific. |
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Anytime that reality |
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Makes me heartsick |
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I come here just to stare |
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At the blue Pacific |
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Sea. And barefoot on the beach |
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I watch for you on the horizon. |
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That's where you promised you would be. |
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I've seen your face before in my imagination. |
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One day my eyes will learn to see. |
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Here by the blue Pacific where |
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The diamond water shimmers in the sun. |
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By the blue Pacific where |
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The gull still glides and waves divide |
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The silence just like time. |
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Understandably happy to be specific |
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When I'm snorkeled and finned |
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In the blue Pacific. |
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I admire the damselfish |
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Feel terrific |
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As I float on the face |
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Of the blue Pasific. |
