| Sittin' in the mornin' sun
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| I’ll be sittin' till the evenin' come
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| Watching the ships roll in, yea!
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| Then I watch 'em roll away again, Lord
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| I’m just sittin' on the dock of the bay
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| Watching the tide roll away
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| Ooh, sittin' on the dock of the bay, wastin' time
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| I left my home in Jamaica
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| Headed for London town
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| I have nothing to live for
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| Looks like nothin’s gonna come my way
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| Lord, I’m just sittin' on the dock of the bay
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| Watching the tide roll away
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| Ooh, sittin' on the dock of the bay, wastin' time
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| Looks like nothing’s gonna change
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| Everything still remains the same, woo
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| I can’t do what some people tell me to do
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| So I guess I’ll remain the same, Lord!
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| Sittin' here resting my bones
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| And this loneliness won’t leave me alone, yea
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| Three thousand miles I roamed
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| Just to make this London my home
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| Lord, I’m just gonna sit at the dock of the bay
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| Just to make this London my home, Lord
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| I’m just sittin' on the dock of the bay
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| Watching the tide roll away
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| Ooh, sittin' on the dock of the bay, wastin' time |