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Far, Tyrians of the oceans, |
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far, keep yourselves in motion, |
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far, to set up a town, |
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far, where the Sun goes down. |
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Away, where skies are always bright, |
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away, where winds draw a coast in white, |
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away, where days are miracles of light. |
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Away, a city far away, |
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a land of reverie is waiting. |
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So far, a city far away, |
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there's nothing else but navigating. |
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Waves carry a hope song |
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which treks all the way along, |
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far, to set up a town, |
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far, where the Sun goes down. |
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Away, where skies are always bright, |
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away, where winds draw a coast in white, |
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away, where days are miracles of light. |
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Away, a city far away, |
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a land of reverie is waiting. |
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So far, a city far away, |
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there's nothing else but navigating. |
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Away, a city far away, |
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a land of reverie is waiting. |
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So far, a city far away, |
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there's nothing else but navigating. |
