| Don’t go out in the night
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| Even though you know the town
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| Someone always wants to fight
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| You end up lying on the ground
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| I dream of lying in the sun
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| In my ears hear the ocean roaring
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| Like all good wayfaring sons
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| I traveled home
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| And the rain is pouring
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| Soaks me to my skin
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| I duck into this public house
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| Get shattered by the din
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| I sailed across the sea
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| My family and me
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| I never knew if I’d return
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| But in my memory I learned
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| So here we are once again
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| With my friends and the whiskey’s flowing
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| And as the cold night air descends
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| I drift away
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| And my mind it wanders
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| Back to southern skies
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| I call myself a fool
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| I hope I wake and realize
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| Twa hames are better than yin
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| Some people they get nane
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| Yes, round the world I’ve been
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| No two places are the same
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| I dream of lying in the sun
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| In my ears, hear the ocean roaring
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| Like all good wayfaring sons
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| I traveled home
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| With some more good stories
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| I build them up through time
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| They’ll all become a pack of lies
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| When I’m beyond my prime |