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Sail off, sail into the sun, and let everything that pains be undone |
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Cast off the fabled leotard, flee the legions of FAKES by the shore |
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And darkness and hunger are as maddening as the wild-whipping rains, |
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And they move to the east, and they crawl to the west, they have |
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No patience for the wind nor its crest. |
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They said "Cast off, get away from this rock. |
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I shall live another day and I curse the hell out of this rock. |
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The Crystalline Cathedral is in the damn-dest spot!" |
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And turn to the wind like a hawk. |
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Ideal wave. Ideal blade. Ideal lake that bears the stamp of the sun, |
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Some owners shall rest when their property sleeps, |
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But for the wicked that day will never come. |
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And Dee don't see, that the end of the Sea, is like a needle prophesying |
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The dawn. |
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And the enemy shakes, and the enemy weeps: who's going to call off this rain? |
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They go: "Let us be away from this spot! |
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This is the blame-taking spot! |
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This is everybody's got a hole in their heart. |
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This is everybody's got a darkness in their gut." |
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And the whole damn battalion's got to run from this spot, |
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And flee from the black beak of the hawk. |
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Shitty light over the waves. |
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(But) When you're rollin' into the country life, they're going |
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Do, do-do-do-do-do-do-do |
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Hush hush, you really didn't mean it anyway. |
