| Well I’ve roamed about this Earth
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| with just a suitcase in my hand.
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| And I’ve met some bug-eyed Joes,
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| I’ve met the blessed I’ve met the damned.
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| But of all the strange, strange creatures
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| in the air, at sea, on land,
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| Oh my girl, my girl, my precious girl,
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| I love you, you understand.
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| So, reel me in, my precious girl,
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| Oh come on, take me home,
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| ‘Cause my body’s tired of travelling
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| And my heart don’t wish to roam.
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| Oh, no.
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| I have wandered, I have rambled,
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| I have crossed this crowded sphere,
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| And I’ve seen a mess of problems
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| that I long to disappear.
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| And all I have’s this anguished heart,
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| for you have vanished too.
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| Oh my girl, my girl, my precious girl,
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| just what is this man to do?
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| So, reel me in, my precious girl,
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| Oh come on, take me home,
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| ‘Cause my body’s tired of travelling
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| And my heart don’t wish to roam.
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| Yeah, reel me in, my precious girl,
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| Oh come on, take me home,
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| ‘Cause my body’s tired of travelling
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| And my heart don’t wish to roam.
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| Oh, no.
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| Well, you took me in,
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| you stole my heart,
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| I cannot roam no more,
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| Because love, it stays within you,
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| it doesn’t wash up on a shore.
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| And a fighting man forgets each cut,
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| each knock, each bruise, each fall.
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| But a fighting man cannot forget
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| why his love don’t roam no more.
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| Oh, reel me in, my precious girl,
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| Oh come on, take me home,
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| ‘Cause my body’s tired of travelling
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| And my heart don’t wish to roam.
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| Yeah, reel me in, my precious girl,
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| Oh come on, take me home,
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| ‘Cause my body’s tired of travelling
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| And my heart don’t wish to roam.
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| Yeah, walk with me, my love, my love,
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| Walk tall, walk proud, walk far.
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| For you are my love, you are, you are,
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| You are my shining star.
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| Yeah, walk with me, oh, my love,
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| Walk tall, walk proud, walk far.
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| For you are my love, you are, you are,
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| You are my shining star, you are, you are.
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| Yeah!
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| Reel me in, my precious girl,
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| Come on, take me home,
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| My body’s tired of travelling
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| And my heart don’t wish to roam.
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| Reel me in, my precious girl,
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| Come on, take me home,
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| My body’s tired of travelling
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| And my heart don’t wish to roam.
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| Reel me in, my precious girl,
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| Come on, take me home,
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| My body’s tired of travelling
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| And my heart don’t wish to roam.
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| Reel me in, my precious girl,
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| Come on, take me home,
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| My body’s tired of travelling
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| And my heart don’t wish to roam. |