| I’ve seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi
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| I’ve seen the bridges of the world and they’re for real
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| I’ve had a red light off-the-wrist
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| Without me even gettin' kissed
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| It still seems so unreal
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| I’ve seen the morning in the mountains of Alaska
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| I’ve seen the sun set in the East and in the West
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| I’ve sang the glory that was Rome
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| And passed the «Hound Dog» singer’s home
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| It still seems for the best
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| And I’m far far away with my head up in the clouds
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| And I’m far far away with my feet down in the crowds
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| Lettin' loose around the world
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| But the call of home is loud
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| Still as loud
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| I’ve seen the Paris lights from high upon Montmartre
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| And felt the silence hanging low in No Man’s Land
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| And though those Spanish nights were fine
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| It wasn’t only from the wine
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| It still seems all in hand
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| And I’m far far away with my head up in the clouds
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| And I’m far far away with my feet down in the crowds
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| Lettin' loose around the world
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| But the call of home is loud
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| Still as loud
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| I’ve seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi
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| The Grand Bahama Island stories carry on
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| And though those arigato smiles
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| Stay in your memory for a while
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| There still seems more to come
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| And I’m far far away with my head up in the clouds
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| And I’m far far away with my feet down in the crowds
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| Lettin' loose around the world
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| But the call of home is loud
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| Still as loud
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| And I’m far far away with my head up in the clouds
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| And I’m far far away with my feet down in the crowds
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| Lettin' loose around the world
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| But the call of home is loud
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| Still as loud |