| Standing at the ocean
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| watch it tear away the shore
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| Glide out upon the desert,
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| the horizon is the door
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| And through your voices shouting above the wind it can’t be heard
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| Drop all the sense of reason,
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| is it there you’ll find your worth
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| And though you are surounded, feeling quite alone
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| There’s a light to guide you home
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| hele hele hele hele hele
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| If you stand with your face
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| to the wind of the water
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| At the point of lands end
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| where the ocean begins
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| Look to the memory of the ones gone before
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| and the light and the meaning of the voices of the wind
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| The voice carried over water
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| and they forget down to worth
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| what follows is the silence
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| as you come to play their works
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| a feast is come before you
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| by the meaning still i care
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| standing at the threshold
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| as you watch it disappear
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| and though you are surrounded
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| feeling quite alone
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| there’s alight to guide you home
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| hele hele hele hele
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| If you stand with your face
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| to the wind of the water
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| At the point of lands end
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| where the ocean begins
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| Look to the memory of the ones gone before
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| and the light and the meaning of the voices of the wind
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| voices of the wind x4 |