Don't go out in the night
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Even though you know the town
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Someone always wants to fight
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You end up lying on the ground
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I dream of lying in the sun
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In my ears hear the ocean roaring
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Like all good wayfaring sons
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I traveled home
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And the rain is pouring
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Soaks me to my skin
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I duck into this public house
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Get shattered by the din
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I sailed across the sea
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My family and me
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I never knew if I'd return
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But in my memory I learned
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So here we are once again
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With my friends and the whiskey's flowing
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And as the cold night air descends
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I drift away
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And my mind it wanders
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Back to southern skies
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I call myself a fool
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I hope I wake and realize
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[?]
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Some people they get maimed
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Yes, round the world I've been
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No two places are the same
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I dream of lying in the sun
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In my ears, hear the ocean roaring
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Like all good wayfaring sons
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I traveled home
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With some more good stories
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I build them up through time
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They'll all become a pack of lies
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When I'm beyond my prime
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Wayfaring Sons
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| Colin Hay |
