| Where the fields go from a dark brown
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| To a riveting bright yellow
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| Where the cars slow their speed down
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| And the boats glide on mirrored sea
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| Where the sun don’t ever set
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| Or it never comes up
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| Where the sky turns violet
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| And the weather don’t stop
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| I spent so long looking for a way
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| I could be a part of another home
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| I tried so hard blocking out the waves
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| But my ocean heart never let it go
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| This people, my people
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| Sea people can not really leave
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| This people, my people
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| Sea people come back to the sea
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| Come back to the sea
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| Where the forest with its fir trees
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| Bow their heads in snow greetings
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| Where the town sleeps and the sea freeze
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| And you think it won’t ever melt
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| Where the wind is violent
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| So we raise the sails up
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| Where the ancient mountains
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| Are the ruler of us
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| I spent so long looking for a way
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| I could be a part of another home
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| I tried so hard blocking out the waves
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| But my ocean heart never let it go
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| This people, my people
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| Sea people can not really leave
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| This people, my people
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| Sea people come back to the sea
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| We come back to the sea
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| Oh
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| Oh
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| Oh
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| Oh
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| And I spent so long looking for a way
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| I could be a part of another home
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| And I tried so hard blocking out the waves
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| But my ocean heart never let it go
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| This people, my people
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| Sea people can not really leave
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| This people, my people
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| Sea people come back to the sea
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| Come back to the sea
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| We come back to the sea |