| It was two days ago when the skull and bones ship came in
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| And the shadows grew long as a shiver ran right through the evening
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| I head every door slam as I stood in the street and just stared
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| And the call of the sea rose up in my restless young ears
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| She said: Johnny come home, Johnny come home, Johnny, come home
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| And the ocean’s as wild as I was as a boy, and she sings
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| Of fortune and change and the power of a young persons dreams
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| When I stand on the sea and the waves crash and howl out our names
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| It’s through nausea and fear that we come to know how we are made
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| Johnny come home, Johnny come home, Johnny, come home
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| But at 7 years on I grew tired and started thinking of home
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| I romanticized fields and the cycles of seasons and farms
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| I arrived and I married and I wait for the roots to take hold
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| But I wake every night to the sound of the sea, so loud
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| She says: Johnny come home, Johnny come home, Johnny, come home
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| You forget how to swim once your life doesn’t throw you too far
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| Like you hope that the land can still hold you, and keep you here, warm
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| But I hear and I see and I’m sick of the earth and its gaze
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| So I’m walking out once, I am walking out, into the waves
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| They say: Johnny come home, Johnny come home, Johnny, come home |