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I'm looking out into the ocean |
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This boy in a boat that I am |
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Through the haze I can catch a glimpse |
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Of the damage that's been done |
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Miles like minutes they pass as I row |
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And I count them in my head |
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Further and further I seem to go |
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From the home that I once made |
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I raise the anchor, raise these tired hands |
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And no direction and my pockets full of sand |
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I'm over my head |
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And the first few days of this journey |
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Friends and strangers came aboard my ship |
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Until the gifts of their passing |
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Crowded my quarters with gold |
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I've got no room for them anymore |
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For I fear I might go under |
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My anchor is tangled in weeds down below |
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As I heed the distant thunder calling me |
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Raise the question that's in front of me |
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Clear as the sun I feel through the haze I'll never see |
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I'm over my head on the crazy ocean |
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I'm over my head on the stormy sea |
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I'm over my head with a clear commotion |
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I'm over my head and it's killing me |
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I'll raise my bow to the winds that blow |
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Face the storm face to face as I know |
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She's banging hard on my cabin door |
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So I face my fear face to face and what's more |
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She's in front of me, she's in front of me |
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But then she's gone for just awhile |
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And I'm crying |
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I'm over my head |