| Ocean spread for me
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| Open to misery
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| Full moon like a streak on your skin
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| No deeper lonesome than the ocean my friend
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| Soft like a wave and quiet like a knife
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| But it is a wasted life
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| O son love of mine
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| Don’t follow so close behind
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| Full moon on your five year old skin
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| I hope you’re never as lonesome as I’ve been
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| But I had no choice when the sea called my name
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| I had no way of knowing this day
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| If the head of the house is drumming
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| Don’t blame the children for dancing
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| Fierce like a swan and quiet like a knife
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| And it is a wasted life |