| One night a girl hears someone say
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| The ship is ready for departure, my lady
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| Awaiting your command
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| She has no idea what she has to do at all
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| The wind is at 30 miles per hour
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| Waves at seven feet
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| She spreads out her hands and murmurs
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| Something about God
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| Excuse me… I didn’t understand You
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| These seagulls are too loud
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| And she thinks to herself… so I’m going mad
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| And the wind hoists up a flag
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| Guns salute straight from the deck
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| Captain go ahead
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| Through the sea of love
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| There should be no storm
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| All the way
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| But when she returns
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| Salt on her lips
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| Makes the girl feel
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| It’s not dream
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| A few days later the girl is standing near a port
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| Today and until further notice all ships to remain in wharfs
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| And she looks confused and she feels so helpless
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| High wind velocity and rough seas restricts navigation
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| So she runs down by the store till she meets an older man
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| Where have You been keeping yourself so long, little girl?
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| And she thinks to herself. |
| so I’m going mad
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| Don’t be scared, baby don’t be scared
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| And then the wind hoists up a flag
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| Guns salute straight from the deck
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| Captain, go ahead
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| Through the sea of love
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| There should be no storm
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| All the way
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| But when she returns
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| Salt on her lips
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| Makes the girl feel
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| It’s not a dream
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| Baby, baby, baby… it’s not a dream
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| It’s just salt salt on your lips |