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On the docks where the boredom of life |
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Is all that I own |
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I see boats coming in with the fruits |
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Of places unknown |
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I watch as they come from the world in the sun |
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And I see in my mind |
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That there is farewell to this cold golden hell |
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They can leave far behind |
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Let me go where they go |
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Let me fly the winds that they fly |
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For to stay in this place |
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Will destroy a man's certain life |
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Take me along, a long way from here |
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Take me along to a far away shore |
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When you're poor it's easy to bare |
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With sunshine and soft summer air |
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At the end of the day |
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In a bar, with sailors I stand |
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And I talk about girls, about love |
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A glass in my hand |
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Then in my dreams, I can travel at seas |
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On a float, southern-bound |
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There I can hold all the magic in gold |
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Of the love I have found |
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When the bars on the quayside are closed |
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Alone I remain |
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I continue to dream |
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And each night the dream is the same |
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Take me along, a long way from here |
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Take me along to a far away shore |
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When you're poor it's easy to bare |
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With sunshine and soft summer air |
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Very soon I will take |
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Any troubled chance that I can |
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Though I dream like a child |
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For my dreams I'll work like a man |
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I'll work and reprieve for my to ticket-to-ride |
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Where the sun shines for me |
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Surviving any storms, and be wild to be warm |
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That's the way I must be |
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I'll be leaving behind no regrets |
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And hold my past |
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And I'll go to the sea |
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As I'll sail to freedom at last |
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Take me along, a long way from here |
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Take me along to a far away shore |
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When you're poor it's easy to bare |
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With sunshine and soft summer air |
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Take me along, a long way from here |
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Take me along to a far away shore |
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When you are poor it's easy to bare |
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With sunshine and soft summer air |
