(Lea/Holder)
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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 of the wrist without me even gettin' kissed
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It still seems so unreal.
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I've seen the morning 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 glory that was Rome,
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And passed the hound dog singer's home;
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It still seems for the best.
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Chorus
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And I'm far, far away
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with my head up in the clouds
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And I'm far, far away
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with my feet down in the crowds
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Lettin' 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 Paris lights from high upon Montmartre
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And felt the silence hanging low in no mans land;
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And all those Spanish nights were fine,
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It wasn't only from the wine;
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It still seems all in hand.
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I've seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi
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The grand Bahama island stories carry on;
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And all those arigato 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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And I'm far, far away
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with my head up in the clouds
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And I'm far, far away
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with my feet down in the crowds
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And I'm far, far away
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But the sound of home is loud still as loud.
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Far Far Away
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