| Dark skies are falling down on my head tonight
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| But I looked up and I could clearly see that moon
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| For a second I thought I was somewhere
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| Romantic like Mississippi
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| But I was walking down Chelsea Bayou
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| It takes you by surprise the places you find yourself in
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| One minute you’re here
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| Next minute you’re there
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| And then you’re gone
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| If it wasn’t for a well placed sense of direction
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| You could lose your head and simply carry on
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| Walking back to happiness
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| I’ve been walking back to happiness
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| Like Helen Shapiro did
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| Me and Helen
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| Arm in arm
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| Foghorns boom the daylight gloom descends
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| Too soon on wintry afternoons
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| That frightened heart of youth is with me now
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| Still staring out from it’s upstairs room
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| And you can take any road you wish to walk on
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| You can swim to the furthest shore
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| Or you can be like Joan of Arc babe
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| And plug into the planet’s core
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| And go walking back to happiness
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| I feel happy already watch me smile
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| See me laughing
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| Later on see me cry
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| And as it gets colder and the night wears on a little bit
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| I cool down yes I cool my heels
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| I remember my father and me down on the East Pier
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| He’s pointing at the ships saying «They're leaving here»
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| Where do they go?
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| Where do they go?
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| Eastward Ho
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| Eastward Ho
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| Yes I remember my father
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| Standing on the edge of the Pier
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| Pointing with his finger «Eastward Ho»
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| And were walking back to happiness
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| And here we go |