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I might be at a table |
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And suddenly I'll catch |
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A fleeting vision of her crystal seas |
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Or I might be standing in a crowded dockyard faraway |
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Beneath the sun I've never seen |
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'Cos I have seen many worlds |
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For what it's worth |
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But I'll never see again |
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The planet earth |
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My earth |
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I might be chasing waves of light |
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Out towards the grim |
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Where stars are sparse |
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And the cold of space seeps in |
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But I might be in a bar room |
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Drinking methylated gin |
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And thinking of places I have been |
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Yes I have seen many worlds |
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For what it's worth |
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But I'll never see again the planet earth |
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My earth |
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Cast adrift amongst the stars |
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I float from sun to sun |
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Dreaming of the world that gave me birth |
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All the places I have been |
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Remind me there is none to match the green living hills of earth. |
