| Sinner on the mainland
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| Hes a sinner on the sea
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| He looks for absolution
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| Not accountability
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| How many destinations
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| Oh God hes seen them all
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| He collects his precious pittance
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| Never a port of call
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| Remittance man
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| Blacksheep of the family clan
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| Broke too many rules along the way
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| Remittance man
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| So far away from home
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| No theyll never understand
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| The remittance man
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| A man of empty pockets
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| From jingling his change
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| The idleness and grieving
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| For all that he retains
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| By the harbour lights of sydney
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| Or the bora bora moon
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| He recites his sad confession
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| To the seagulls and the loons
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| Remittance man
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| Blacksheep of the family clan
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| Broke too many rules along the way
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| Remittance man
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| So far away from home
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| No theyll never understand
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| The remittance man
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| Well you can claim that you were born a prince
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| But youre the only one you can convince
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| Survivor with no livelihood
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| That you could ever make it good
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| But still you dream of what you can pretend
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| An unexpected passenger
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| Boarded in marseilles
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| An angel full of tenderness
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| She gave her heart away
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| She was but a gypsy
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| He was just a stray
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| They almost made a miracle but it slowly slipped away
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| So he follows the equator
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| With a wish to run aground
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| Its a very vicious circle
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| Goin round and round and round
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| And he watches from the fantail
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| As the mainland disappears
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| Just like the flying dutchman
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| Hes a prisoner of his fears
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| Remittance man
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| Blacksheep of the family clan
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| Broke too many rules along the way
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| Remittance man
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| So far away from home
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| No theyll never understand
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| No theyll never understand
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| No theyll never understand
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| The remittance man |