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Far away places, with strange soundin' names, |
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far away over the sea . . . |
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Those far away places, with the strange soundin' names, |
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are callin', callin' me . . . |
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Goin' to China or maybe Siam, |
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I wanna see for myself . . . |
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Those far away places, I've been readin' about, |
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in a book that I took from a shelf . . . |
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I start gettin' restless whenever I hear |
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the whistle of a train . . . |
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I pray for the day I can get under way |
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and look for those castles in Spain! |
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They call me a dreamer, well maybe I am, |
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But I know that I'm burnin' to see |
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Those far away places, with the strange soundin' names, |
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Callin' . . . callin' . . . me . . . |