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So we're setting sail, on a crooked trail, |
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our broken ships are set to sail again. |
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Yeah, you've got a voice, yet you made the choice, |
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tired of all this pulling on your strings. |
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You've got so much to give, |
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but now you're moving out, |
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'cause you've got to live. |
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This ain't no ordinary, stationery boy, |
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he waits for you to bear it. |
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Cover him with joy, |
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he's been waiting for a long time, |
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waiting so long... |
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As you blindly run, stumble in the sun, |
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mostly 'cause you know your heart is true. |
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Exit up ahead, with a common thread, |
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as conversation fills you up in you. |
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You've got so much to give, |
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but now you're moving out, |
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'cause you've got to live. |
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This ain't no ordinary, stationery boy, |
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he waits for you to bear it. |
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Cover him with joy, |
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he's been waiting for a long time, |
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waiting so long... |
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You've got so much to give, |
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but now you're moving out, |
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'cause you've got to live. |
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This ain't no ordinary, stationery boy, |
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he waits for you to bear it. |
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Cover him with joy, |
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he's been waiting for a long time, |
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waiting so long... |
