| The fisherman comes up Puts his two poles in the sand
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| He stares out at the sea
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| Just exactly like me But I’ve got a book in my hand
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| We will have caught on to something by the end of the day
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| But mostly we think about the one that got away.
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| I’ve seen like a bird
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| What pleasures the surface can bring
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| I’ve lost my best craft
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| Going foolishly back
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| To where to Sirens sing
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| I’ve stared up at the place where the water meets the sky
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| And though I stopped breathing I still believe I should try
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| Maybe a boat in search of lost treasures will pass by.
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| 'Cause the fleet of hope is so pretty
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| When she’s shining in the port
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| And the harbor clings to the jetty
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| For protection and support
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| Out in the choppy waters the sharks swim and play
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| You’re all washed up when Poseidon has his day.
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| I’ve walked through the desert
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| Climbed over mountains so high
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| Through jungles and plains
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| I took buses and trains
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| And airplanes across the sky
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| But none as seductive as ocean before me alone
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| And now I know why
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| You layered your pockets with stones.
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| 'Cause the fleet of hope is so pretty
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| When she’s shining in the port
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| And the harbor clings to the jetty
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| For protection and support
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| Out in the choppy waters the sharks swim and play
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| You’re all washed up when Poseidon has his day.
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| When I was a girl
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| All of my fancy took flight
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| And I had this dream
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| Could outshine anything
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| Even the darkest night
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| Now I wait like a widow for someone to come back from sea
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| I’ve always known
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| I was waiting for me
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| 'Cause the fleet of hope is so pretty
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| When she’s shining in the port
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| And the harbor clings to the jetty
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| For protection and support
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| Out in the choppy waters the sharks swim and play
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| You’re all washed up when Poseidon has his day |