| I do my job and it’s pleasing to me
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| I’m getting so I can sail upon the roughest sea
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| On the roughest sea I do alright
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| But when my work is over and done
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| I get to being a lonely one
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| I need someone to take the wheel at night
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| And someone to navigate 'til light comes
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| But most of all I need a maker of islands
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| Rested in the golden sunlight where the seas are kind
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| She could make me islands for my peace of mind
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| If I could only see her
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| Look into her eyes
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| Then I’d lie easy
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| I’d lie easy
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| I’d lie easy
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| In my soul |