| He fell out of the ocean, a sailor sighting land. |
| Smiles
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| And sun-tan lotion we laid him on the sand. |
| He
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| Breathed a sigh or two and smiled To see what he had
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| Come into, run into
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| We asked him what his name was, he called himself a fool He
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| Said 'I'm the hrst of many and you’re the last of few'. |
| He stared
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| Into the sea and showed us Where horizons disappear, the
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| Ships appeared
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| He fell on dangerous ground and woke up in paradise
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| We took to the hills, afraid of his deep, blue eyes
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| This man on dangerous ground, shaking the devil loose
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| Falling down on his knees, shaking his fist at the moon
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| He built himself a kingdom, we laughed and clapped our hands He
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| Bought us with his magic, this unfamiliar man. |
| Silver birds have filled
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| The sky It seems the grass is greener on the other side. |
| Now there’s
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| Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
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| He fell on dangerous ground and woke up in paradise
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| We took to the hills, afraid of his deep, blue eyes
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| This man on dangerous ground shaking the devil loose
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| Falling down on his knees, shaking his fiat at the moon |