| You’re lost on a sea that you sailed on
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| now its cold and rough where you are
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| It’s a harsh wind blowing
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| but I did not cause this storm you see
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| I’ve just been here, open-armed
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| invitingly
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| I’ve been alone on this sea for so long
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| I wanted to touch, I had to feel love
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| Before these waves took me under
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| But Aden you came to me in the dark
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| in the dark
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| and as gentle as a siren can be
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| I caught you and I held you down
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| Oh if the pink light of morning
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| would wash all the demons out of here
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| I could lie down on your ground
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| and pull my body near
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| But all the knots in my stomach are telling,
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| there’s no where to rest,
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| there’s no place to go,
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| and the shadows they keep on
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| with their shanty song
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| It’s the darkest horse that’s chasing me down
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| And the gods here have no care
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| where you go when you drown
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| I’ve been mistaken for something I’m not
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| for something I wished I could be
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| Pretty and fine,
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| I’d draw the line
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| at just singing soothingly
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| but I’ve been a liar
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| I have been ugly
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| I can be ugly
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| And we’ll join the Venture and the Morning Star
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| Singing haul away my laddie-o…
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| You’re lost on a sea that you sailed on
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| Now its cold and rough |