| I set my sails for the New South Wales
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| Tryin' to get ahead of the sun
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| The day I left for the New South Wales
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| You said, «Babe, don’t forget where you’re from
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| Babe don’t forget where you come from.»
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| Wadin' in the water on the Scarborough Beach
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| Takin' pictures of my feet in the sand
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| I should be writin' you a letter from the Scarborough beach
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| Saying, «Babe, you won’t believe where I am
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| Babe, you won’t believe where I am.»
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| Stoppin' on the highway at the side of the road
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| Starin' at a whole new set of stars
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| I go where I go and I do what I’m told
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| But it’s easy to forget where you are
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| It’s easy to forget where you are
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| Oh, you read my mind
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| Your beauty can leave me blind
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| The truth can be cruel and so unkind
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| But I can’t lie to you
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| Sometimes I get so blue
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| I don’t want anything to do with myself
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| I set my sight on my front porch light
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| Tryin' to shake this feelin' that took hold
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| Dreamin' that you’re leavin' on the front porch light
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| Maybe turnin' lead into gold
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| Maybe turnin' lead into gold
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| Singing, shine on, shine on, shine on travelin' light
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| Sing a song, sing it for all the right reasons tonight |