| I’ve seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi
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| I’ve seen the bridges of the world and they’re for real;
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| I’ve had a red light of the wrist without me even gettin' kissed
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| It still seems so unreal
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| I’ve seen the morning in the mountains of Alaska
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| I’ve seen the sunset in the east and in the west;
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| I’ve sang the glory that was Rome
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| And passed the hound dog singer’s home;
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| It still seems for the best
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| And I’m far, far away
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| With my head up in the clouds
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| And I’m far, far away
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| With my feet down in the crowds
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| Lettin' loose around the world
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| But the call of home is loud still as loud
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| I’ve seen the Paris lights from high upon Montmartre
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| And felt the silence hanging low in no mans land;
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| And all those Spanish nights were fine
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| It wasn’t only from the wine;
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| It still seems all in hand
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| I’ve seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi
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| The grand Bahama island stories carry on;
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| And all those arigato smiles
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| Stay in your memory for a while;
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| There still seems more to come
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| And I’m far, far away
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| With my head up in the clouds
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| And I’m far, far away
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| With my feet down in the crowds
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| And I’m far, far away
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| But the sound of home is loud still as loud |