| This land belongs to the gulls
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| And the gulls to their cry
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| And their cry to the wind
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| And the wind belongs to no one
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| The wind belongs to no one
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| I gave my breath to the song
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| To the song, wasn’t mine
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| Neither of ship nor of sea
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| Neither of glass nor of wine
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| Leaving this ghost of a road
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| I’m climbing hand over hand
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| Toward that pinprick of light
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| Toward the seed that God sowed
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| Toward the seed that God sowed
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| Toward the seed that God sowed
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| Toward the seed that God sowed
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| Oh baby
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| Try to recognize it in my mind
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| Try to stamp it out before it happens
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| I try to recognize it in my mind
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| Try to stamp it out
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| The writing’s on, the writing’s on
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| The writing’s on the wall
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| Try to stamp it out
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| The writing’s on, the writing’s on
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| The writing’s on the wall
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| The writing’s on, the writing’s on
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| The writing’s on the wall
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| The writing’s on, the writing’s on
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| The writing’s on the wall
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| The writing’s on, the writing’s on
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| The writing’s on the wall
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| The writing’s on, the writing’s on
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| The writing’s on the wall
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| The writing’s on
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| The writing’s on the wall
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| This land belongs to the gulls
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| And the gulls to their cry
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| And their cry to the wind
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| And their cry to the wind
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| And their cry to the wind |