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Six long months at sea, now a warmer current brings |
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Echoed fragments of a song I think we wrote |
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With a worn thin book of maps and a faith so full of holes |
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It's a miracle we even stayed afloat |
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We could taste the salt through our fingertips |
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And knew the time had come |
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So we said goodbye to the lives we'd lived |
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And we pulled our anchor up |
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Now we scrape the barnacles from off our hearts |
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And we row the boat to shore, hallelujah |
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You can feel the end even as we start |
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And we row the boat to shore, hallelujah |
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Just done letting go of the things I used to own |
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Now I guess the tides are changing once again |
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I got so goddamn good at navigating on my own |
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But I guess it's time to bring the old boat in |
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Well, I've worked so hard to get my sea legs |
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I've earned these calloused hands |
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But I drank this ocean down to the dregs |
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And I'm thirsty for dry land |
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Now I scrape the barnacles from my heart |
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And I row the boat to shore, hallelujah |
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I heard sirens sing themselves apart |
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So I row the boat to shore |
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I row the boat to shore, hallelu, hallelujah |
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Hallelu, hallelujah |
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Row the boat to shore, hallelujah |
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Row the boat to shore, hallelujah |
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Row the boat to shore, hallelujah |
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Row the boat to shore, hallelujah |
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Row the boat to shore, hallelujah |
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Row the boat to shore, hallelujah |
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Row the boat to shore, hallelujah |
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Row the boat to shore, hallelujah |
