| Out by Sandy Cove
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| I thought about my life
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| A lot about my children
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| And a lot about my wife
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| About my Mom’s old accordion
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| And all the other things I’ve lost
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| Like grandpa’s ship in a bottle
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| And I wondered what it would costs
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| Cause I would pay a sultan’s ransom
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| If only I could place
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| The ship back in the bottle
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| Or see my mother’s face
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| Out by Sandy Cove
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| Starting on a song
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| I knew I’d never finish
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| Cause nobody lives that long
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| So many things unfinished
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| Before they are begun
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| Like grandpa’s ship in a bottle
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| We’ll sail out to oblivion
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| And where does all the love we lose go?
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| It seems like such a crime
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| It’s like grandpa’s ship in a bottle
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| It disappears in time
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| If I could do no work
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| There’d be some changes made
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| I’d paint with vibrant colors
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| And I’d stay out of the shade
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| I’d make everybody happy
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| With the lessons I have learned
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| I might not have found the joy in life
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| But I’d leave no stone unturned
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| I’d leave no stone unturned
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| Out by Sandy Cove
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| Just a mile beyond the strand
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| There stands an ancient tower
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| On a rocky point of land
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| I feel just like that tower
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| Like nothing lives inside of me
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| And I don’t know why I’m empty
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| Or why I’m standing by this sea
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| But I got cracks in all my mortar
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| I got holes in all my bricks
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| And it’s like grandpa’s ship in a bottle
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| It’s something I can’t fix
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| All my fancy tricks
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| It’s something I can’t fix |