| So tired of living in this exile I once chose
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| Sheltered by a levy I have built with my own hands
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| So tired of waiting for the flood to take me in
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| Or a ship to pick me up and carry me to solid land
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| From all I know and all I’ve seen
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| There’s not a lot left in between
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| It’s a choice to either do or die
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| A choice you’ve got to make
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| Catch that ship right on time
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| Wherever it may sail
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| Catch that ship right on time
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| Your choice will tip the scale
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| Catch that ship right on time
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| Don’t be left behind
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| So tired of walking in someone else’s shoes
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| Of being hooked on dreams so vague, that were not meant for me
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| So tired of paying someone else’s dues
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| Of seeking the warmth of a sun that I will never see
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| From all I know and all I’ve seen
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| There’s not a lot left in between
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| It’s a choice to either do or die
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| A choice you’ve got to make
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| Catch that ship right on time
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| Wherever it may sail
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| Catch that ship right on time
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| Your choice will tip the scale
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| Catch that ship right on time
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| Don’t be left behind
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| We’re islanders, both you and me
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| Trapped on an island on our own
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| To share a form of loneliness
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| That company won’t ease
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| The sea around that has no end
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| Taught us there’s no solid land
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| For islanders like you
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| For islanders like me
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| From all I know and all I’ve seen
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| There’s not a lot left in between
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| It’s a choice to either do or die
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| A choice you’ve got to make
|
| Catch that ship right on time
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| Wherever it may sail
|
| Catch that ship right on time
|
| Your choice will tip the scale
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| Catch that ship right on time
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| Don’t be left behind |