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When you look at the morning sun |
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Do you see what I see |
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Or could I be the only one |
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Seeing just what I need |
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I envision a different man |
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Than the one I've become |
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Pray the ocean will understand |
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That my time isn't done |
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Everyone's leading |
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But nobody's dancing |
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You stand on the stage |
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Just to turn all alone |
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I have waited this way |
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For a lifetime of days |
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I can't wait for the morning sun |
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As I stand with the sea |
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And the ocean she understands |
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Just the man I could be |
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Somewhere else there's a different world |
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With a sun that will rise |
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And a moon that will take its place |
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In another man's eyes |
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And perhaps it's a better world |
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Than the one that I see |
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Or if better for no one else |
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Perhaps better for me |
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Here in the dark where the sky shows its Graces |
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Revealing each star while the moon plays the fool |
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Saying how it must be while the night disagrees |
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I can't wait for the morning sun |
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As I stand with the sea |
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And the ocean she understands |
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Just the man I could be |
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No, no, time doesn't wait for you |
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No, no, leave it alone |
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No, no, your days are far too few |
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This thing I have always known |
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When your time is up it & #146; s true |
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They never give another day to you |
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When your time is up it & #146; s through |
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No one cares how |
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Can't keep it |
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Can't save it |
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Can't take it away with you |
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So I say we use it now |
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Now his thoughts gave way to anger |
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And he loudly cursed at fate |
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That in a world of opportunities |
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That he was doomed to wait |
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That his life could be predestined |
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To be stuck here on this shore |
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He could not make himself believe |
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That there was nothing more |