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And the moon brings us back |
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I'm going back over to the islands |
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In between your smiles |
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There's a clue whether to scream or be silent |
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And the wind blows sad and joyful |
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On our arrival onto the island |
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And with your sense of dislocation |
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You make the perfect traveling companion |
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And the world will always seem |
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So much younger than me when |
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I take the boat out |
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A crowded world will always seem |
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Emptier to me when |
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I take the boat out |
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Suspicion fills a stranger |
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Who looks beyond the horizon |
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All the days that |
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I've found love |
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And left with only my feelings to survive on |
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I walk the solemn line |
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In with the rhythm of the seas around the island |
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And there are times to act and times to stand back |
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And time to show what's needed to rely on |
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And the world will always seem |
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So much younger than me when |
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I take the boat out |
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A crowded world will always seem |
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Emptier to me when |
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I take the boat out |
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When the sea answers the island |
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Oh, when I take the boat out |
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It's emptier and silent |
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Oh, when I take the boat out |
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How come you always seem so real divine? |
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You put your hand in my hand, make it my design |
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And we give what we have and we do what we can |
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Put your hand in my hand |
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How come you always seem so real divine? |
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You put your hand in my hand, make it our design |
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And we give what we have and we do what we can |
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Put your hand in my hand |
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And the sea answers the island, oh |
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And the sea answers the island, oh |