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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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When that fog horn blows |
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I will be coming home |
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When that fog horn blows |
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I want to hear it, 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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Then magnificently we will float |
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Into the mystic |
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When that fog horn blows |
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You know I will be coming home |
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And when that fog horn whistle blows |
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I got to hear it, 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, oh |
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And together we will float |
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Into the mystic, come on, girl |
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It's too late to stop it now |
