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These were our wooden ships |
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You're as much mine as you're his |
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Can't escape the routes we made or wait |
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For the ships to |
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Take us home |
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Lead us through the wakes once known |
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These wooden ships |
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Brought us here |
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And all the patterns that we made |
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Turned into these living shapes |
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And all the living kings remain |
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On the beach |
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All the words I understand |
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Of kin and son, maternal vision |
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Are wooden ships made free |
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Made of parts of me and you |
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These wooden ships |
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Broken down |
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And all the patterns that we made |
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Turned into these living shapes |
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And all the living kings remain |
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On the beach |
