| Anchors away!
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| Granted one last summer’s day
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| We watched the sunset silhouette the western suburbs
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| Across the bay
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| And when the sky was monochrome
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| We drained our drinks and headed home
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| Past bright-eyed boys in business suits
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| Tourists, where once were prostitutes
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| And you proposed a promenade neither of us knows
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| Follow the yellow brick apartment blocks
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| The Californian bungalows
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| But remember when you’re wandering alongside
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| The river has a right side and a wrong side
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| Remember when you’re wandering alongside
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| The river has a right side and a wrong side
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| I confess It’s been a year, or little less
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| Since last I sallied forth
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| From the friendly confines of the north
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| But a single seagull’s cry hangs in the quiet suburban sky
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| And for a moment I’m amazed
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| I ever claimed to hate this place
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| But remember when you’re wandering alongside
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| The river has a right side and a wrong side
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| Just remember when you’re wandering alongside
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| The river has a right side and a wrong side |