| Well I see the souls of so many friends
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| And I see us all back here again
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| With sandy floors and ceiling fans
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| A Rastafarian one-man band with songs
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| That fills my memories like a tip jar
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| Yeah, that’s what I see
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| When I see this bar
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| I see tourists at Christmas time
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| And I taste beers with a hint of lime
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| I feel lonely because it’s not the same
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| Different faces and different names
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| Living like pirates out among the stars
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| Yeah, that’s what I see
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| When I see this bar
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| Pieces of our past slowly slip away
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| But time just stands still when I walk in this place
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| And I see a kid coming into his own
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| And a man learning to move on
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| Somehow trying to find his way
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| A dreamer betting on blind faith
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| Chasing that sun and following his heart
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| Yeah, that’s what I see
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| When I see this bar
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| Pieces of our past slowly slip away
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| But time just stands still when I walk in this place
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| A few have moved on back to Maine
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| Jacksonville and Key Biscayne
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| Some are still living the dream
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| Stuck in still life it seems
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| No matter where they’ve been
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| Or where they are
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| Yeah, I see them here
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| When I see this bar
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| When I see this bar
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| I wonder where we go from here
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| (That's what I see when I see this bar)
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| Life isn’t over but it’s always near
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| (That's what I see when I see this bar)
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| I think about all the good times that we had
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| (That's what I see when I see this bar)
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| It makes me happy and it makes me sad
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| (That's what I see when I see this bar)
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| How could we be so close, now so far apart
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| (That's what I see when I see this bar)
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| That’s what I feel, that’s what I see
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| Yeah we were living like pirates and want to be stars
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| That’s what I see when I see this bar
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| That’s what I see when I see this bar |