| It was cold on the docks that night
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| As a frozen white light
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| Shone across my shoes
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| As I stood in the darkest blue
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| There came a light towards me
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| On the water that lay before me
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| And I could not wait to touch
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| The frozen hands that had felt so much
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| Oooooooo
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| I heard a song inside of me
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| It resonated off the sea
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| And all the chorus voices sang it back to me
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| If life is an ocean
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| Then I’m only on the surface
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| This is where they come in
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| Where some lives end and some begin
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| And this is where I like to stand
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| And watch the swirling ways of man
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| To stir humanity with visions of dignity
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| To see what will conspire
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| If I throw myself into its fire
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| Oooooooo
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| I heard a song inside of me
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| It resonated off the sea
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| And all the chorus voices sang it back to me
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| If life is an ocean
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| Then we’re only on the surface
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| Ooooooooo
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| I heard a voice inside of me
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| I looked up and I saw the sky scream
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| And there was light everywhere
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| If life is an ocean
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| Then I must be on the surface
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| Only on the surface |