| On the restless road to nowhere
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| There’s no certain peace it seems
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| Desire to keep on moving
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| Till the river of dreams
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| Is it just because someone told you
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| Is it just because you found
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| Old freedom feels uneasy when duty is around
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| When allegiance asks the questions
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| Old freedom twists and turns
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| And chokes on codes of honour
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| On the sword of no return
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| And it’s the curse of the traveller
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| The curse of the traveller
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| Got a hold of me
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| And it won’t let you be
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| And in sleepless nights
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| You’ll call her name
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| And feel loneliness cold to the bone
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| And when the daylight breaks
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| This old tired heart aches
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| To be such a long way, such a long way from home
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| And you long for the harbourlights
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| But you’ll never be free
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| Of the craving for refuge
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| And the call of the sea
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| Always wanting to sell up
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| But always needing to buy
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| So till the road leads to somewhere
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| And that river runs dry
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| It’s the curse of the traveller
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| Ain’t gonna let you be
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| The curse of the traveller
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| And it sure got a hold of me |