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You may find me |
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Wherever you go |
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From New York |
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City Way out to |
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Chicago I'm the son of a restless sailor |
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Blessed with |
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Irish bones |
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Sometimes |
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I feel like |
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I'm too far from home |
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I will sing |
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And I will dance for you |
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Every land you go |
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You will always see |
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There'll be big stout glasses |
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Full to the white top |
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There'll be stories |
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And there'll be me |
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Across the wild sea |
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I've travelled far |
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Born to move on |
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Born to roam |
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But lately |
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I've been feeling |
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Like I'm too far from home |
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Whatever happened |
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To the girl |
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I loved Oh |
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I ask forgiveness |
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To the one above |
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There was a day |
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I could have made it real fine |
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Something went wrong |
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I forget Too far down that line |
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Across the wild sea |
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Too far along down along that line |
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Across the wild sea |
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Born to roam |
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But lately |
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I've been feeling |
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Like I'm too far from home |