| So we packed our bags and headed for the north sea
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| There was eric, brian, freaky pete, charlie, frankie lee and me
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| I was feeling homesick but I was in good company
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| We went sailing
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| We came ashore long before the fighting broke
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| Saw the sign and headed for the big smoke
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| We met an old woman of the roads, she said «this life is but a joke»
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| But we kept on trucking
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| I’m always thinking, I’m thinking
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| I’m thinking how much I think about it all
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| While you’re just dreaming, just dreaming, just dreaming
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| Had you dreamt it all
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| But I’m the one who’s fallen
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| The one you hear
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| Here calling across your floor
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| Here I go again feeling low down
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| I’ll never know, but then I came from the wrong side of town
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| We were like the lonesome outlaws
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| We would go which way the wind did blow
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| Down the open trail that nobody knows
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| Sometimes it gets lonesome
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| But there you go feeling low down |