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Where do all the sailors go, when there ships don't come in
They're all working in a five foot box, filing folders, punching clocks
What became of whats her name, she could sing like a bird
Someone said that she was getting out, cleaned up her mess and then she
headed south
And I always thought I would be somebody
And I never thought it would come this
Now I'm just another working stiff
Where did all the day dreams go I only know that there gone