| Fog’s along the coastline
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| Hung like tinsel from the trees
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| I don’t know if it will stay or go
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| It depends upon the breeze
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| But there’s sunshine on your mountain
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| You can see the world from there
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| You got all the sky you wanted
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| You get high on mountain air
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| You came down to Camden
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| And you tried to make it go
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| But you dreamed of Uncompahgre
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| And your Colorado snow
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| ‘Til I came home one evening
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| On a cold December day
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| And I found your note sayin', maybe
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| It was easier this way
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| Now I’m sittin' on the coast of Maine today
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| Sittin' here, just throwing little rocks into the bay
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| While the big waves come in slowly
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| Rollin' strong and wild and free
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| Oh, it’s a long way from your mountain
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| Down to me
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| Freighters on the ocean
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| Sailin' off to Liverpool
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| While the seagulls swoop around me
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| And they’re sayin' I’m a fool
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| For sure, I’ve got my coastline
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| Got my endless ocean too
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| And I’ve got my whisperin' pine trees
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| I’ve got everythin' but you
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| And I’m sitting on the coast of Maine today
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| Sittin' here, just throwing little rocks into the bay
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| While the big waves come in slowly
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| Rollin' strong and wild and free
|
| Oh, it’s a long way from your mountain
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| Down to me
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| And the fog’s along the coastline
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| Hung like tinsel from the trees
|
| I don’t know if it will stay or go
|
| It depends upon the breeze
|
| But there’s sunshine on your mountain
|
| You can see the world from there
|
| You got all the sky you wanted
|
| You get high on mountain air
|
| While I’m sittin' on the coast of Maine today
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| Sittin' here, just throwin' little rocks into the bay
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| While the big waves come in slowly
|
| Rolling strong and wild and free
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| Oh, it’s a long way from your mountain
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| Down to me
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| Oh, it’s a long way from your mountain
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| Down to me |