Ports-Of-Call
Written by Gerry Beckley and Dewey Bunnell, ©1994

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(Intro)

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   I can't help thinkin' as those ships sail away
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   What sirens beckon and call
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   How long at sea this time how long between
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The ports-of-call, ports-of-call

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   Under the bridge they move to far off lands
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   Maybe Australia or North African sands
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   Complete the mission, supply and demand
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To ports-of-call, ports-of-call

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  And everyday as the sun is setting
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  Along the bay city lights appear
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  Snake charmers sway while the smoke is rising
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Time is growing near

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When they'll be    casting off anchor as they sail away
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   Into the morning light
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   Rising and falling thru the blue and gray
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To ports-of-call, ports-of-call

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  And everyday as the sun is setting
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  Along the bay city lights appear
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  Snake charmers sway while the smoke is rising
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Time is growing near

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  And everyday as the sun is setting
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  Along the bay city lights appear
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  Snake charmers sway while the smoke is rising
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Time is growing near

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   I'll take the chance this time to change my world (change my world)
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   And break those ties that bind (ties that bind)
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   Far from those people passing through my life
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Like ports-of-call, ports-of-call

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   Under the bridge I'll move to far off lands (far off lands)
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   Maybe Australia or North African sands (North African sands)
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   Complete my mission, hope you understand
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Ports-of-call, ports-of-call
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Ports-of-call, ports-of-call
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Ports-of-call, ports-of-call ...

Last Revised: 26 May 1998