| If you’re on my horizon
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| Then babe I must be blind
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| 'Cause when I need you most
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| You are so hard to find
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| The winds are raging
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| And the waves are laughing down on me
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| I never quite expected
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| To be out here lost at sea
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| Gonna tie myself to this one man sailboat
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| Believe me when I tell you that waters are still rising
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| Gonna bind myself to the Santa Maria
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| Looking for an open door
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| At the end of the world
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| When I set sail for freedom
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| I was taking a chance
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| The sun my only compass
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| My heart the only map
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| Now I’m barely treading water
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| And I feel I may be cursed
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| So why don’t you come and claim me
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| Before this ocean claims me first?
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| Gonna tie myself to this one man sailboat
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| Believe me when I tell you that waters are still rising
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| Gonna bind myself to the Santa Maria
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| Looking for an open door
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| At the end of the world
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| And I’m still waiting…
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| I’ve got no destination
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| I’m just trying to stay afloat
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| And the only thing that keeps me
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| Is a distant light of hope
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| And Hope, I’ve seen her body
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| I’ve weighed her on a scale
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| She lives and breathes, makes conquest of me
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| And I’ve never seen her fail
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| Gonna tie myself to this one man sailboat
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| Believe me when I tell you that waters are still rising
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| Gonna find her, my Santa Maria
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| Standing by an open door
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| At the end of the world |