| Every sailor’s son
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| Is taught when they are young
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| That the pull of the moon lingers on
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| Something we can’t escape
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| From Bimini 'round the Cape
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| Mix in the wind and the sea and sing along
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| To whom it may concern
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| I’ve always tried to learn
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| That the good days need to last
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| Seasoned with a lot of laughter
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| Here and in the ever after
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| With poetry and painters from my past
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| So I follow the tides
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| On currents far and wide
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| Chalking up the stories and the miles
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| Yes I follow the tides
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| Big blue rides
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| And that’s the reason I will never lose my smile
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| Hoping to catch a wave
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| Looking to misbehave
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| As my lucky stars still shine above the sea
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| Watching the ships roll in
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| I’ll play that Otis song again
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| For the tourists and some mermaids by the sea
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| And I follow the tides
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| Down my song lines far and wide
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| The world to me should still be free and wild
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| Yes, I follow the tides
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| Give me more big blue rides
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| And that’s the reason I will never lose my smile
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| Every sailor’s son
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| Is taught when they are young
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| That the pull of the moon lingers on
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| Something we can’t escape
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| Is it salt water or just fate
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| Mix in the wind and the sea and sing along
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| And we’ll follow the tides
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| Down our song lines far and wide
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| It seems to me my life’s still free and wild
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| Yes, we’ll follow the tides
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| Give us more big blue rides
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| And that’s the reason I will never lose my smile
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| And that’s the reason you should never lose your smile |