| Sailing to another shore
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| Flailing wildly in these winds
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| Waving at all the other boys
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| And we’re wishing we’d had another choice
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| Wailing over what we were
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| Dwelling on what came to be
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| One day, I will outgrow the cabin-boys
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| At long last I too shall find my voice
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| And all the poor ships at sea
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| They may have built them for you
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| But they’ll sink them for me
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| All those poor ships at sea
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| Will go down with me
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| And have you ever heard the lore
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| Of when the sailors still drown
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| Although the sirens won’t sing no more
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| All those poor ships at sea
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| She’s swaying with the sailor man
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| Finds solace in his arms
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| On wavering ships we’ve been left behind
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| And we’re hopelessly trying to stay alive
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| And all the poor ships at sea
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| They may have built them for you
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| But they’ll sink them for me
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| All those poor ships at sea
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| Will go down with me
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| And have you ever heard the lore
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| Of when the sailors still drown
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| Although the sirens won’t sing no more
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| All those poor ships at sea |