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Farewell Plymouth, your morning cold and grey |
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Is painting shadows on my thoughts |
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And we're bound for nowhere |
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Singing the dolphin through |
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Singing the dolphin through |
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Singing the dolphin through still waters |
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Joseph, I know you're trusting me to see you right |
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And I know you can't stand the fighting |
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Yes I know you can't stand the fighting |
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For one more, one more night |
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Joseph, the mud gives way to coral somewhere |
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And the hours of light they last and last |
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We'll see no hostile flag there from craft unknown |
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We will have grown free from sighing |
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Singing the dolphin through |
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Singing the dolphin through |
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Singing the dolphin through still waters |
