| Doo-doot, doot, doot, doo-doo-ooh doo
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| Got to know where I’m going to
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| Doo-doot, doot, doot, doo-doo-ooh doo
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| Headed southbound I see you
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| Pack your bags 'cause you know I’ll be there
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| To take you away
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| All the way down the coastal highway
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| I’m making my way
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| Go spend the night down in old Havana
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| A new Hemingway
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| baby
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| It’s dusty today
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| Answer all your queens and kings
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| See the future, all it brings
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| Hard to make it on your own
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| But I got to walk alone
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| Try to keep it locked inside
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| But I just can’t stay on the tide
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| No one really knows just how to feel
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| Try to be real
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| That’s the deal
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| Lay down your gun
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| You got to run baby run
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| Run baby run
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| Doo-doot, doot, doot, doo-doo-ooh doo
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| Headed southbound I see you
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| Doo-doot, doot, doot, doo-doo-ooh doo
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| Got to know where I’m going to
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| Fell in love with a Belgian lady
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| It’s such a cliche
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| She makes me feel like I’m getting stronger
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| Every day
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| I huddled down and waited till spring
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| Until I heard the sweet sound of the robins sing
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| I never knew the where to do
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| But I got to keep going till I find a home
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| Answer all your queens and kings
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| See the future, all it brings
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| Hard to make it on your own
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| But I got to walk alone
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| Try to keep it locked inside
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| But I just can’t stay on the tide
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| No one really knows just how to feel
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| Try to be real
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| That’s the deal
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| Lay down your gun
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| You got to run baby run
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| Run baby run
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| You got to run baby run
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| Run baby run, run, run
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| Run, run, run
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| Run, run, run
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| He was born a restless man |