| How through the day, you would pray
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| You could trade for another life
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| I sent you a line
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| I said you were mine
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| Then morning rays through the haze
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| The golden blaze got a hold of you
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| It was the vision of light
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| That turned you around
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| You took the course that you bore
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| It was charted for you long ago
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| It left charted route
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| Left you drifting about
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| Your ship, took a trip
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| With hope of something bigger yet
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| And it would take you awhile
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| To mark your nautical mile
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| Ooooh, ooooh
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| Turn against the current
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| Against the current
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| Ooooh, ooooh
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| Against the current
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| Ooooh, ooooh
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| Turn against the current
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| Ooooh, ooooh
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| Against the current
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| Ooooh, ooooh
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| Turn against the current
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| Ooooh, ooooh
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| Against the current |