| Million miles away, I’m a million miles away
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| I’m sailing like a driftwood on a windy bay
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| Why ask how I feel how does it look to you?
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| I feel hook, line and sinker, I lost my captain and my crew
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| I’m standing on the landing, there’s no one there but me
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| That’s where you’ll find me, looking out on the deep blue sea
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| This hotel bar is full of people, the piano man is really laying it down
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| The old bartender is a high as steeple, so why tonight should I wear a frown?
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| The joint is jumping all around me and my mood is really not in style
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| Right now the blues want to surround me but I’ll break out after a while
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| Well, I’m a million miles away, I’m a million miles away
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| I’m sailing like a driftwood on a windy bay
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| Why ask how I feel, well, how does it look to you?
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| I feel hook line and sinker, I lost my captain and my crew
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| I’m standing on the landing and there’s no one there but me
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| That’s where you’ll find me, looking out on the deep blue see
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| There’s a song on the lips of everybody, there’s a smile all around the room
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| There’s conversation overflowing, so why must I sit here in the gloom?
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| This hotel bar lost all its people, the piano man has caught the last bus home
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| The old bartender is asleep in the corner, so why must I still be here,
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| I don’t know
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| Well, I’m a million miles away, I’m a million miles away
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| I’m sailing like a driftwood on a windy bay |