| I have left the seed of life
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| From South Hampton to Singapore
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| And if tomorrow morning comes
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| I guess I’ll leave some more
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| I’m a captain without an ocean
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| And a lover without emotion
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| And a monk free of devotion
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| But I am, most of all, I am
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| I have worn the country’s colors
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| In a thousand different ways
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| I have won the game of life
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| Upon the table which it plays
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| I’m a sun without a setting
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| And a tear without regretting
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| I’m a mind full of forgetting
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| But I am, most of all, I am
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| Forgive me while I kiss away
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| This thought that’s in my head
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| But it’s the only proof I have
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| That this old man ain’t dead
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| I’m a robin without its wings
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| And a song nobody sings
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| To the ivy no one clings
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| But I am, most of all, I am
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| Yes I am, most of all, I am |