| I hope one day that I can touch the sun
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| And even though that might not be as fun
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| A simple melody to move the waves
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| If a seashell wash a shore then that’s the day
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| I’ve been searching high and low, and high and low I search
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| And everywhere I go
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| Can’t seem to leave the hurt
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| There’s a message in the boat
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| In a bottle waiting to, ship out to sea
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| The bottle that I sent may not return
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| But that’s okay because I feel like I earned
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| (Like I earned a prize indeed)
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| Treat myself before anyone could read
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| Just to let go was enough and all I need
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| Tug boat paddling against the current
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| A couple footprints in the sand thinking dernit
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| Was I left her at a critical moment
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| At a time I thought I needed more than one could of wanted
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| Listen to your heart and you don’t gotta ask why
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| Looking through a window like I got a glass eye
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| From the moment you doubted when everybody who hated
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| Begin to figure that you never understood why
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| People sell their dreams and leave docks
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| Got time to need a third watch
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| What’s a goal he said without a chain
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| He was thinking of jewelry and me change
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| Follow what you desire to maintain
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| Wen the water hit the fire to light up the whole day
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| Pull the lever to alarm the ship in the third bay
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| Same ocean that the Santa Maria had sailed away |