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Our lives are hanging in the balance |
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Or they're dangling by a thread |
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A spark of life brought down from an angel |
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To raise the stranger from the dead |
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Once more we're cheating on the reaper |
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With all the gypsy in our souls |
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Cause I know there's a God up in heaven |
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Who must love rock and roll |
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Once again we sail home to Sarasota |
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As the ocean awash the gunwale |
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But she still keeps her head above water |
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Guess we're all gonna live to tell this tale |
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And here's to the you for always hangin' in |
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Without you there's no reason to go |
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I'd be lying face down in some river |
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Waiting on an angel to take me back home |
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Once again we sail home to Sarasota |
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with the ocean awash the gunwale |
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But she still keeps her head above water |
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Guess we're all gonna live to tell this tale |
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Solo: |
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Once again we sail home to Sarasota |
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with the ocean awash the gunwale |
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But she still keeps her head above water |
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Guess we're all gonna live to tell this tale |
