| When I was 4 or 5 or 6
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| The sea rocked me to sleep.
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| And simple dreams would float to me
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| Like bubbles from the deep.
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| And sleep was like some opium
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| I smoked on foreign shores.
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| And dolphins saw me safely on
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| as my heartstrings pulled the oars.
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| And the ship was my bed,
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| and the waves were my pillow,
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| and the dark sky breathed,
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| and the sheets used to billow.
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| And I’d go sailing on,
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| Sailing on,
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| I’d go sailing on my dreams!
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| Seagulls ricoched against
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| the diamond-hard blue sea.
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| Mermaids sang and flying fish
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| would dance on air for me.
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| I made it home by sunrise,
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| as daylight filled the air.
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| My face was wet with brine and foam
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| and sand spilled from my hair.
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| And the ship is my bed,
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| and the waves are my pillow,
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| and the dark sky breathes,
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| and the sheets, they all billow.
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| And I go sailing on,
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| Sailing on,
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| I go sailing on my dreams!
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| The north wind took me to
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| God knows where!
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| Oceans uncharted, drunk with salt air!
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| Every now and then,
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| I feel the need to take to sea,
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| To give myself to whining winds
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| and just go sailing free, |
| I only need to lay me down,
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| breathe so mild and then,
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| The ocean’s rhythm sweeps me up,
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| and I’m a child again.
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| And the ship is my bed,
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| and the waves are my pillow,
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| and the dark sky breathes,
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| and the sheets they all billow.
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| And I go sailing on,
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| Sailing on,
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| I go sailing on my dreams!
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| Sailing on,
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| Sailing on,
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| I go sailing on my dreams! |