| Innocent ships lay a trail
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| As they sail on out of the bay
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| The furious nights have been long
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| But they made me strong
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| For the heat of the day
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| Out of touch, out of time
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| I must have been dragging this down for too long
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| Out of time, out of reach
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| Only a fool would carry it on
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| And the moon that I hide
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| Pulls me away like a turn of the oceans tide
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| I hide
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| Pulls me away like a turn of the oceans tide
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| I hide
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| Pulls me away like a turn of the oceans tide
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| Lovers give way to the fear
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| That the years might grind them to dust
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| I’m not afraid to be taught
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| But i’ve often thought that i might be crushed
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| Out of touch, out of time
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| I must have been dragging this down for too long
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| Out of time, out of reach
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| Only a fool would carry it on
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| And the moon that I hide
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| Pulls me away like a turn in the oceans tide
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| I hide
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| Pulls me away like a turn of the oceans tide
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| I hide
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| Pulls me away like a turn of the oceans tide
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| I hide
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| Pulls me away like a turn of the oceans tide |