| 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 |