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Sitting in the morning sun |
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I'll be sitting till the evening comes |
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Watching the ships roll in |
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Then I watch them roll away again |
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I'm Sitting on the dock of the bay |
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Watching the tide roll away |
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Sitting on the dock of the bay |
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Wasting time |
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I left my home in Georgia |
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Headed for the Frisco Bay |
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'Cause I have nothing to live for |
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Look like nothing's gonna come my way |
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I'm just sitting on the dock of the bay |
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Watching the tide roll away |
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I'm sitting on the dock of the bay |
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Wasting time |
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Look like nothing's gonna change |
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Everything still remains the same |
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I can't do what ten people tell me to do |
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So, I guess I'll remain the same |
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Sittin' here resting my bones, |
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And this loneliness won't leave me alone, |
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Two thousand miles I roam, |
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Just to make this dock my home. |
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I'm just gonna sit at the dock of the bay |
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Watching the tide roll away, ooohh |
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Sitting on the dock of the bay |
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Wasting time |
