| Only the tip of a sunrise visible
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| Like the morning light in a little girl’s eyes
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| I crave this freedom
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| I find it only in this little ship
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| Just my soul and this bread and buttler
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| I am comfortable
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| But there is a treason at sea
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| Is it me?
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| It is a wonder, supernatural cover of war
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| The dark ones who eternal in damnation grow
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| Set about me now
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| How they whine and crow
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| I am solo
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| In this world of wet
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| And bittler is my temperament
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| I close the door to sentiment
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| And I relish all my youth
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| I realize that I am doomed
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| Fear of love and fear of you
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| But you give me the keys to paradise
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| It is you who sympathize
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| You and your perfection grow
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| I am cradled in your ocean’s throw
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| I crave your freedom in this little ship
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| For you alone can chart my trip
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| And like these waves I lose my grip
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| And I sink into your arms |