| There’s a Scottish man
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| Fronting an American band
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| Now he lives in Dublin tho'
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| And I’m in Rosedale lookin' for ghosts
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| Edinburgh Galway Nashville Ulladulla breakin' my heart
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| In four places
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| Singin' 'bout a Mississippi boy
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| Who once held the world like a toy
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| Now he’s lookin' down from heaven
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| Smokin' reefers with myths 'n legends
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| Tupelo Vegas Mollymook Memphis breakin' my heart
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| In four places
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| And it may not be his greatest LP
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| As I’m windin' these streets tears on my knees
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| All the fishermen and women
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| In the bottleshops by seven, talkin' where they’re bitin'
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| The best four places
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| The best four places
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| Go!
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| Car stereo
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| Pushin' me farther down the road
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| Got a Waterboy singin' for the King
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| And my eyes are glazin' over
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| Highway caravan bottleshop no plans lookin' for a start
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| In four places
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| His voice reminds me of what
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| I’ve left behind so I’m gonna go fishing
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| Try to imagine what to do next time
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| Ventricle Aorta muscle and blood building a heart
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| In four places
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| None outta ten star gazers would agree
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| This ain’t the centre of the universe
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| Let alone me
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| But the tenth sees a face in every constellation
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| While I’m spinning my wheels
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| In four places
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| In four places
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| Go!
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| There’s a Scottish man
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| Fronting an American band
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| Now he lives in Dublin tho'
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| And I’m in Rosedale lookin' for ghosts
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| Edinburgh Galway Nashville Ulladulla breakin' my heart
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| In four places |