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We were born before the wind |
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Also younger than the sun |
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Ere the bonnie boat was won |
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As we sailed into the mystic |
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Hark, now hear the sailors cry |
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Smell the sea and feel the sky |
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Let your soul and spirit fly |
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Into the mystic |
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And when that fog horn blows, I will be coming home |
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Mmm, and when the fog horn blows, I want to hear it |
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I don't have to fear it |
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And I want to rock your gypsy soul |
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Just like way back in the days of old |
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And magnificently we will flow |
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Into the mystic |
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When that fog horn blows,you know I will be coming home |
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And when that fog horn whistle blows, I got to hear it |
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I don't have to fear it |
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And I want to rock your gypsy soul |
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Just like way back in the days of old |
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And together we will flow |
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Into the mystic |
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Come on, girl |
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Too late to stop now |
