| Standing on the edge of the dock
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| With the wind in our faces
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| Been watchin' the waves roll in
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| And it feels like we’re sailing
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| Now Russell chimes in with his youthful imagination
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| «What if we saw him there
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| Walking out on the water?»
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| No time for splashing around in shallow theology
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| He just invited us out into the deep simplicity
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| And I’m sailing with Russell
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| Chasing that heartbeat
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| Playing on sunshine
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| Laughin' with heaven
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| When I’m sailing with Russell
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| It’s like I’m walkin' on the water
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| And floatin' in the freedom
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| And thankin' the Savior
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| Now a couple of years have gone by
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| Filled with some crazy days
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| Been sailin' our separate ways
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| Across the blue ocean
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| But the Good Wind brought us around
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| And time made us older
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| But not on the inside
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| We’re still talkin' 'bout sailin'
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| Catchin' the wind from the good times
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| Fillin' our sails with the memories
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| Feelin' the tide carry us back out to the deep simplicity
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| And I’m sailing with Russell
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| Chasing that heartbeat
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| Playing on sunshine
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| Laughin' with heaven
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| When I’m sailing with Russell
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| It’s like I’m walkin' on the water
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| And floatin' in the freedom
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| And thankin' the Savior |