| Silver Lady setting sail
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| Four or five, smile! |
| Sailor,
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| we have time to wait for the sun
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| to get into the white wine position
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| Mindy brought her mandolin
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| to accompany the salty track
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| we’re on, and so and forth,
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| to the evening division
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| I want to hold on to what’s mine
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| We can cut this moment into
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| equal pieces with exact precision
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| and then hand them out
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| like jewels for the lucky then SHINE
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| I want you to ask me to dance
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| Maybe there’s a chance that you
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| would even want to kiss me
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| slowly, softly
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| with the waves below our feet.
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| I’d be light on mine
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| I forgot my swimming suit
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| Turns out no one really thought of that
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| So we go skinny dipping in the blue
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| Water is embracing me
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| Like a thousand hands are stroking me
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| and my summer body. |
| I’m feeling
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| I want to hold on to what’s mine
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| We can cut this moment into
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| equal pieces with exact precision
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| and then hand them out
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| like jewels for the lucky then SHINE
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| I want to let go of what’s
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| keeping me out of this light sensation
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| And be worry-less and brighter than a
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| piece of silver lying in the sun
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| Don’t mind if I turn into water
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| Lay my head back to listen to
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| silent, silent waves
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| I want to hold on to what’s mine
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| We can cut this moment into
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| equal pieces with exact precision
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| and then hand them out
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| like jewels for the lucky then SHINE
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| Shine… |