| I’ve got a fish on the line
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| But there won’t be a feast
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| We’ve got too much in common
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| And he shall be released
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| I’ve seen day turn to night
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| And watched the changin' of seasons
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| Things don’t just happen
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| They happen for a reason
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| Maybe we’ll meet in Exuma
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| Or down in the Keys
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| If I catch the right current
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| Or capture a breeze
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| Out here conflicts and chaos completely subside
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| Sailin' back to where I came from
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| Back to slack tide
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| Well, I think it’s time to put some snorkels on
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| Turn your feet into flippers
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| Have some primal fun
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| Dance with a stranger in a Mardi Gras parade
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| Find an empty hammock, take a nap in the shade
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| You can’t hold back the moon
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| Can’t stop the ebb and flow
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| The water still comes and the water still goes
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| It turns mountains to sand
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| Gave ol' Noah his big ride
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| Then he dropped off his passengers
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| Down at slack tide
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| I can’t control anybody
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| Other than myself
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| Leave those half empty thoughts
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| High up on the shelf
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| If you cut me some slack
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| I’ll return the favor
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| Open that bottle of fine rum
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| That together, we will savor
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| Well, we could use some quiet
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| We could use a little calm
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| Find the good in everybody
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| Share that «one love» balm
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| Watch the predators and prey
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| Swim along side by side
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| 'Neath the blue sky and mangroves
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| Down at slack tide
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| I wish the whole wide world could swim along
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| At slack tide
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| Swim along, swim along, swim along, swim along
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| At slack tide
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| Swim along, swim along, swim along, swim along |