| It was far across the sea, when the devil got a hold of me He wouldn’t set me free, so he kept me soul for ransom
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| na na na na na…
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| I’m a sailor man from Glasgow town,
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| I’ve sailed this world around and round
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| He’s the meanest thing that I have found
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| In all me days of wandering
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| na na na na na…
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| Here we go again, we’re on the road again.
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| We’re on the road again, we’re on the way to paradise.
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| We love the jungle deep, that’s where the lion sleeps
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| For then those evil eyes, they have no place in paradise
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| Graffiti on the walls, just as the sun was going down
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| I see graffiti on the walls — for the Celts! |
| for the Celts!
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| Graffiti on the walls says we’re magic, we’re magic,
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| Graffiti on the wall…
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| It says oh ah up the 'RA, say ooh ah up the 'RA.
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| we went thru each jungle deep
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| for the paradise that we did seek
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| twas no trip for the weak
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| we’re waltzing with the natives
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| Around in circles every way,
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| He turned to me and he did say,
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| «I think you’re leading me astray,
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| I want your soul, me boyo!»
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| na na na na na Here we go again, we’re on the road again.
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| We’re on the road again, we’re on the way to paradise.
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| We love the jungle deep, that’s where the lion sleeps
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| For then those evil eyes, they have no place in paradise
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| Graffiti on the walls, just as the sun was going down
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| I see graffiti on the walls — for the Celts! |
| for the Celts!
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| Graffiti on the walls says we’re magic, we’re magic,
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| Graffiti on the wall…
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| It says oh ah up the 'RA, say ooh ah up the 'RA. |