| The song of an island, the call of a friend
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| Heard never again, out in the world
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| If you were alone how could you have known
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| That yours was a final breath
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| Of language surviving through an age?
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| 'Til only a name was left
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| Too hard to believe
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| Everywhere I run, on every horizon
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| The words are gone, Kauai O’o
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| There’s nothing to see
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| Everywhere I run, I hear only silence
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| The words are gone, Kauai O’o
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| There’s nothing to see
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| We couldn’t decipher the things that you said
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| The only one left with time to go
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| You wandered the earth, were seen but not heard
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| No matter how far you went
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| The story’s behind us, not today
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| As careless with every step
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| Too hard to believe
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| Everywhere I run, on every horizon
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| The words are gone, Kauai O’o
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| There’s nothing to see
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| Everywhere I run, I hear only silence
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| The words are gone, Kauai O’o
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| There’s nothing to see
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| Are we searching enough
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| For a life that we’d choose?
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| Tell me when does it stop?
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| Tell me what we lose
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| Tell me what we lose
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| Everywhere I run, on every horizon
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| The words are gone, Kauai O’o
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| There’s nothing to see
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| Everywhere I run, I hear only silence
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| The words are gone, Kauai O’o
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| There’s nothing to see |