| Sometimes I feel the need to move on
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| So I pack a bag and move on
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| Move on
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| Well, I might take a train or sail at dawn
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| Might take a girl when I move on
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| When I move on
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| Somewhere, someone is calling me
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| When the chips are down
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| I am just a travelling man
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| Maybe it is just a trick of the mind
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| But somewhere there is a morning sky
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| Bluer than her eyes
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| Somewhere there’s an ocean
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| Innocent and wild
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| Africa is sleepy people
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| Russia has its horsemen
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| Spent some nights in old Kyoto
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| Sleeping on the matted ground
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| Cyprus is my island
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| When the going’s rough
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| I would love to find you
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| Somewhere in a place like that
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| Mahi-ya, mahi-yo, mahi-ya, mahi-yo
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| Mahi-ya, mahi-yo, mahi-ya, mahi-yo
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| Somewhere, someone’s calling me
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| When the chips are down
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| I stumble like a blind man
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| I can’t forget you, can’t forget you
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| Feeling like a shadow
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| Drifting like a leaf
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| I stumble like a blind man
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| I can’t forget you, can’t forget you
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| I can’t forget you, can’t forget you |