| I heard a story about a boy, who was swept off the deck
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| the sweeping tide swept the sea over his neck
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| but it did not end there, the boy began to swim
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| and dared to the sea that dared to invade him
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| did you ever want to know me did you ever feel like I could
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| it’s a silent steeple that carries us down
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| it’s a silent steeple
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| but the sea wouldn’t so much as reply
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| so the boy swore to the ships that were fated to die
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| red sky at night, sailors take delight
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| red sky in the morning, sailors take warning
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| sail on, take it back, sail on, take it back, sail on, take it back
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| we were going with the wind in our hair
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| and we didn’t want to look back 'cause if we did We would not care
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| and if we all were to die now
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| well it wouldn’t be that bad
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| 'cause the boy in the waves said he’d give us everything, everything he had
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| to go on and trace that scar, like we did ten years before
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| sail on, take it back, sail on, take it back, sail on, take it back
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| sail on, take it back, sail on, take it back, sail on, take it back |