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Anchors away! |
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Granted one last summer's day |
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We watched the sunset silhouette the western suburbs |
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Across the bay |
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And when the sky was monochrome |
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We drained our drinks and headed home |
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Past bright-eyed boys in business suits |
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Tourists, where once were prostitutes |
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And you proposed a promenade neither of us knows |
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Follow the yellow brick apartment blocks |
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The Californian bungalows |
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But remember when you're wandering alongside |
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The river has a right side and a wrong side |
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Remember when you're wandering alongside |
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The river has a right side and a wrong side |
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I confess It's been a year, or little less |
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Since last I sallied forth |
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From the friendly confines of the north |
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But a single seagull's cry hangs in the quiet suburban sky |
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And for a moment I'm amazed |
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I ever claimed to hate this place |
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But remember when you're wandering alongside |
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The river has a right side and a wrong side |
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Just remember when you're wandering alongside |
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The river has a right side and a wrong side |
