| We’re adrift on a sailboat
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| My love is the sea
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| Yours is the horizon
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| Constant and steady
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| You set my limbs locked hard afloat
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| Lifted my lonesome sails
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| The tide is out, the moon is high
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| We’re sailing
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| Darling, your love is healing
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| It makes the bitter sweet
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| Warms the winter to spring again
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| Secures the colds defeat
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| We’re cutting anchor
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| Casting out into the glorious deep
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| The tide is out, the moon is high
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| We’re sailing
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| Then we’ve succumbed to decrepitude
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| Still our love will remain in it’s youth
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| The tide is out, the moon is high
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| We’re sailing
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| We’re sailing
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| We’re sailing |