| He said, «Take me to the sea
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| That is where I want to be»
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| He said, «Take me to the sea
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| And let my mother bury me»
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| He was just an orphan child
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| Grew up in the Cayman Isles
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| He was just an orphan child
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| Who said he needed to rest awhile
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| Well, now I’m swimmin' in sand
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| Sinkin' in Vaseline
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| Prayin' for land under my feet
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| It’s under my feet
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| He sailed upon the ocean winds
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| Maritime he called his friends
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| He sailed upon the ocean winds
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| Until he needed the shore again
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| He said, «Take me to the sea
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| Well, that is where I want to be»
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| He said, «Take me to the sea
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| And let my mother bury me»
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| Well now I’m swimmin' in sand
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| Sinkin' in Vaseline
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| Prayin' for land under my feet
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| It’s under my feet
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| Swimmin' in sand
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| Sinkin' in Vaseline
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| Prayin' for land under my feet
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| Now I’m swimmin' in sand
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| Sinkin' in Vaseline
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| Prayin' for land under my feet
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| It’s under my feet |