| I took off for a weekend last month
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| Just to try and recall the whole year
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| All of the faces and all of the places
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| Wonderin' where they all disappeared
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| I didn’t ponder the question too long;
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| I was hungry and went out for a bite
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| Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum
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| And we wound up drinkin' all night
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| It’s those changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
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| Nothing remains quite the same
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| With all of our running and all of our cunning
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| If we couldn’t laugh, we would all go insane
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| Reading departure signs in some big airport
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| Reminds me of the places I’ve been
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| Visions of good times that brought so much pleasure
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| Makes me want to go back again
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| If it suddenly ended tomorrow
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| I could somehow adjust to the fall
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| Good times and riches and son of a bitches
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| I’ve seen more than I can recall
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| These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
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| Nothing remains quite the same
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| Through all of the islands and all of the highlands
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| If we couldn’t laugh we would all go insane
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| I think about Paris when I’m high on red wine
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| I wish I could jump on a plane
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| And so many nights I just dream of the ocean
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| God, I wish she was sailin' again
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| Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder
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| So I can’t look back for too long
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| There’s just too much to see waiting in front of me
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| And I know that I just can’t go wrong
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| With these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
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| Nothing remains quite the same
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| With all of my running and all of my cunning
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| If I couldn’t laugh I just would go insane
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| If we couldn’t laugh we just would go insane
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| If we weren’t all crazy we would go insane |