| The sun rises in the east again
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| They whisper «Hey there» on an eastern wind
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| There’s legend that the boys have left this place but since the morning people
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| back out running on these streets of sin
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| This island meets the code for sweet revenge
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| On a world that doesn’t speak for them
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| And thought that they could just ignore us from the forest hoping everybody
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| else will then repeat the trend
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| Instead they heard that there’s survivors from the messages at sea
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| Floating in the bottles that we empty every week
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| After every seance
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| After every beat they seem to find another bottle
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| Washed up on the beach
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| I know a rescue’s probably hopeless wonder if I’d even leave
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| They say the only time is when the tide is at its peak
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| It’s almost time to catch a wave almost time to leave
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| If anything goes wrong we’ll all be crushed into the reef
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| But that shit ain’t nothing new to us
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| We’ve been surfing on a dream and they know who to trust
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| People standing in the stairway like «you want up?»
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| Well just sign right here and we’ll take you to school with us
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| I see y’all boys immune to heat let’s see you handle this
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| Navigate this land with only candlesticks
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| Missing crew and married to mismanagement
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| In a sea of industry as we can panic in
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| And somehow y’all got to rationing
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| I don’t even know what I’m searching for
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| Maybe I’m the one that’s lost
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| Maybe I’m the one that’s missing from
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| The place where we belong
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| But I ain’t done yet
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| No I ain’t done yet
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| I’ve got something to prove to the rest of them
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| No I an’t done yet
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| I light the fires again
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| Let it burn |