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You and I could sail away to distant lands. |
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In a mystic ship we'd sail |
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to where there were no more sad troubles, |
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we would be so happy and |
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no-one else would see. |
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You and I we could give up our jobs and go, |
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we could live all our commitments here, |
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if we wanted to. |
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Well, I think we could, I think we could... |
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Well, maybe... |
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You and I we cannot leave, |
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We are enthralled by things we own and |
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things we wish to own and |
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what we're told is right and wrong and |
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if we go what good would that be to us or |
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to the world we're in? |
