| Hourglass
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| Ports-of-call
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| Written by gerry beckley and dewey bunnell, (c)1994
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| Found on hourglass.
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| I can’t help thinkin' as those ships sail away
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| What sirens beckon and call
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| How long at sea this time how long between
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| The ports-of-call, ports-of-call
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| Under the bridge they move to far off lands
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| Maybe australia or north african sands
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| Complete the mission, supply and demand
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| To ports-of-call, ports-of-call
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| And everyday as the sun is setting
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| Along the bay city lights appear
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| Snake charmers sway while the smoke is rising
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| Time is growing near
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| When they’ll be casting off anchor as they sail away
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| Into the morning light
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| Rising and falling thru the blue and gray
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| To ports-of-call, ports-of-call
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| And everyday as the sun is setting
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| Along the bay city lights appear
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| Snake charmers sway while the smoke is rising
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| Time is growing near
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| And everyday as the sun is setting
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| Along the bay city lights appear
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| Snake charmers sway while the smoke is rising
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| Time is growing near
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| I’ll take the chance this time to change my world (change my world)
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| And break those ties that bind (ties that bind)
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| Far from those people passing through my life
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| Like ports-of-call, ports-of-call
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| Under the bridge i’ll move to far off lands (far off lands)
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| Maybe australia or north african sands (north african sands)
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| Complete my mission, hope you understand
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| Ports-of-call, ports-of-call
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| Ports-of-call, ports-of-call
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| Ports-of-call, ports-of-call … |