| As a pilgrim I did go
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| To a land that I did know
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| To the shores of Trist la Cal
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| To see if I still felt the same
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| And the sun blazed madly insane.
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| But the seagulls they have gone
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| The seagulls they have gone.
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| I searched the sand for sound
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| My eyes forced to the ground
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| The wind it laughed wild and shrill
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| My heart it tried to spill its crazy tears
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| There’s nothing left for me now.
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| For the seagulls they have gone
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| The seagulls they have gone.
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| I stand both young and old
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| But the winds of time blow cold
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| This much you must believe
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| It pains to see you grieve, I pity you
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| But there’s nothing that I can do.
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| For the seagulls they have gone
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| The seagulls they have gone.
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| As a pilgrim I did go
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| To a land that I did know
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| To the shores of Trist la Cal
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| To see if I still felt the same
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| And the sun blazed madly insane.
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| But the seagulls they have gone
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| The seagulls they have gone. |