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Oooo yea. |
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Somethin? pretty bad, |
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Has got a hold on me. |
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Somethin? pretty bad, people, |
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Has got a hold on me. |
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At night, I just can?t sleep, |
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I can?t even close my eyes. |
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I just lay awake and think, people, |
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?Bout that place, way across the sea. |
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Oh I just lay awake and dream, people, |
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About that place, way across the sea, oh yea. |
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Where I was raised, where I was born, |
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Place that means so much to me. |
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Well, I dreamed I saw the city, baby, |
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With its castles as old as time. |
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I held hands with my baby, yes, |
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I could hardly keep from crying. |
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Something pretty bad, |
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Has got a hold on me, |
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Got a hold on me. |
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I just dream and dream and dream and hope and pray, |
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?Bout that place way across the sea, |
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Well, it means so much to me. |
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Oh yea tell ?em. |
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Yea, all right. |
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Oh you?ll get there, I know. |
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So I?ll just lay down in this gutter, baby, |
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And ease my spinnin? head. |
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Well, I?ll just lay down in this gutter, people, |
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And ease my spinnin? head. |
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I?ve got to have someone to ease the pain, baby, |
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Please help me to my bed. Yea, yea. |
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You know somethin? pretty bad, |
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I believe, has got a hold on me, Yea. |
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I said somethin? pretty bad, |
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I know, has got a grip on me. |
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I just dream and dream and dream, |
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?Bout my home way across the sea. |
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Yea, yea, yea, yea, |
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I?m comin? home. |
