| We were born before the wind
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| Also younger than the sun
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| Ere the bonnie boat was one
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| As we sailed into the mystic
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| Hark now hear the sailors cry
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| Smell the sea and feel the sky
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| Let your soul and spirit fly
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| As we sailed into the mystic
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| And when that foghorn blows
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| I will be coming home
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| And when that foghorn blows
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| I wanna hear it
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| I don’t wanna fear it
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| And I wanna rock your gypsy soul
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| And it’s just like the days of old
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| And together we will flow
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| As we sailed into the mystic
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| Come on
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| Come on
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| And when that foghorn blows
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| I will be coming home
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| And when at foghorn blows
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| I wanna hear it
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| I don’t wanna fear it
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| And I wanna rock your gypsy soul
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| And it’s just like way back in the days of old
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| And together we will flow
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| As we sailed into the mystic
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| Come on
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| Come on
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| Come on
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| Well, it’s too late to stop now
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| It’s too late to stop now |