| Sail off, sail into the sun, and let everything that pains be undone
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| Cast off the fabled leotard, flee the legions of FAKES by the shore
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| And darkness and hunger are as maddening as the wild-whipping rains
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| And they move to the east, and they crawl to the west, they have
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| No patience for the wind nor its crest
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| They said «Cast off, get away from this rock
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| I shall live another day and I curse the hell out of this rock
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| The Crystalline Cathedral is in the damn-dest spot!»
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| And turn to the wind like a hawk
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| Ideal wave. |
| Ideal blade. |
| Ideal lake that bears the stamp of the sun
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| Some owners shall rest when their property sleeps
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| But for the wicked that day will never come
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| And Dee don’t see, that the end of the Sea, is like a needle prophesying
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| The dawn
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| And the enemy shakes, and the enemy weeps: who’s going to call off this rain?
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| They go: «Let us be away from this spot!
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| This is the blame-taking spot!
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| This is everybody’s got a hole in their heart
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| This is everybody’s got a darkness in their gut.»
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| And the whole damn battalion’s got to run from this spot
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| And flee from the black beak of the hawk
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| Shitty light over the waves
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| (But) When you’re rollin' into the country life, they’re going
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| Do, do-do-do-do-do-do-do
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| Hush hush, you really didn’t mean it anyway |