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Come on in, pull up a chair I've got a story to tell About a man from everywhere One that I know so well In a land of longer days He used to travel around Swimming in his wicked ways I guess he didn't think he could drown As the sun comes up I feel it in my chest That I may not ever see it setting in the west Every tide that rolls in, must go out No one expects you to live without doubt But I thought of a day that we'd all gather round I'd share the tales of my life on this ground I've got a lot of them, I've been through hell But all I've got left, are stories to tell to myself Oh, as the comes up I feel it in my chest That I may not ever see it setting in the west Every tide that rolls in, must go out No one expects you to live without doubt Letras de canciones But I thought of a day that we'd all gather round And I'd share the tales of my life on this ground I've got a lot of them, I've been through hell But all I've got left, are stories to tell to myself From Letras Mania