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the minute the ship docked i saw your face, in the window |
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you stood like a girl i've always known, always want to |
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and i fell back in love with you again, didn't want to |
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and i forgot the things i thought that i would say, didn't have to |
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and to your left and right there stood my son, and my daughter |
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but smiling back behind you stood the sum, for departure |
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so here i stand a man without a plan, or a virtue |
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i can either spend my life out here at sea, or be a murderer |
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I'm not ready to forgive you |
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I'm not ready to forget you |