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Baird |
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Sailing, I'm almost sailing |
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Waiting to sail away |
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Silver horizon beckons |
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Me to the silver sway. |
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Feeling hard but you're looking through me. |
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Seems to say that you're nothing to me at all. |
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See there is something not right tonight |
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Peel that we're somehow not quite as tight. |
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Morning is almost touching |
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Night with her fingertips |
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And I'm sure to be sailing |
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Far from my lover's lips. |
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Chorus |
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Softly, so very softly |
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Darkness can fade away |
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I will leave you my blessing |
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And see you another day |
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Chorus |
