| I have a boat which I’ve never sailed
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| (Aweigh, anchor, away)
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| Onto its mast my colours nailed
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| (Aweigh, anchor, away)
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| It’s loaded with years and years of hope
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| (Aweigh, anchor, away)
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| It refracts and cuts my capstan rope
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| (Aweigh, anchor, away)
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| My family sextant is the filling moon
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| (Aweigh, anchor, away)
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| The old tree sings in perfect tune
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| (Aweigh, anchor, away)
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| With greater age we see the birth
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| (Aweigh, anchor, away)
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| The offspring of a strange new surf
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| (Aweigh, anchor, away)
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| A free dive from this miserable sky
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| (Aweigh, anchor, away)
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| With lungs of soot in the grime filled deep
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| (Aweigh, anchor, away)
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| Shocked and pulled from a nice dull sleep
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| (Aweigh, anchor, away)
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| I know you’re down there
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| In swaying kelp I’ll find you
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| I feel like a child about to board a ghost train
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| With piercing sirens blaring
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| Through rings of black roses I’ll move
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| Slow, scared, alive
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| The deluge is upon us, the laughing rudder chants
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| A springboard dance with no last chance
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| As I gasp for air, it’s there
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| The sanded heart fills red; |
| just as your gull voice said
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| Swooping and turning, the bridges are burning
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| Is it so much to take that we’ll break?
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| Am I a man upon the land or a silkie on the sea?
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| Just as I suspected, you’re not what I expected
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| Open the shell, pull me close, and with salty spit
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| I’m launched
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| I will not resist you
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| But I’ll move slow and scared, alive
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| I hope that you are there
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| I hope to find you there
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| I will not resist you
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| But I’ll move slow and scared, alive
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| Anchor, away
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| Aweigh, anchor, away!
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| I will not resist you
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| But I’ll move slow and scared, alive
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| I hope that you are there
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| I hope to find you there
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| I will not resist you
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| But I’ll move slow and scared, alive
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| Anchor, away
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| Aweigh, anchor, away! |