| Orphans of the storm, watch them sail between the waves
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| Orphans of the storm, say a prayer and wish the rain away
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| Mother’s milk and angel hair, holy books and bones
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| The sirens on the shore calling them home
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| Breakfast on the lawn in the sweet September sway
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| Helpless and forlorn since the pills and powders passed their way
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| Lost themselves, forever seeking, searching pole to pole
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| While the needle and the thread stitches them whole
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| Empty shells, only the shallow know themselves
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| Deeper and deeper, day by day, to keep the weary world at bay
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| No prescription for the pain only a sky of blue and grey
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| No one to save them, sailing their sinking ships up and away
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| We lost ourselves, forever seeking, searching pole to pole
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| While the needle and the thread stitches us whole again
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| Empty shells, only the shallow know themselves
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| Deeper and deeper, day by day, to keep the weary world at bay
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| Raise your mast and fly away into a sky of blue and grey
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| No one to save us, sailing our sinking ships up and away
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| Sailing our sinking ships up and away
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| Sailing our sinking ships up and away |