| I’ve seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi |
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I’ve seen the bridges of the world and they’re for real |
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I’ve had a red light on (of?) thr wrist |
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without me even gettin’ kissed |
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I’ve seen the mornin’ in the mountains of Alaska |
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I’ve seen the sunset in the east and in the west |
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I’ve sang the glories ... and passed(?) |
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It still seems for the best |
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With my head up in the clouds |
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With my feet down in the crouds(?) |
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Let it loose around the world |
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But the call of home is loud, still as loud |
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I’ve seen the parish lights ... |
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And felt the silence hangin’ low in noman’s land |
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It still seems all in hand |
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I’ve seen the yellow lights go down the Mississipi |
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And all the ... and these smiles |
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stay in your memory for a while |
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There still seems more to come |
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