| I waved to you as my boat was leaving
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| Hats flew up and everybody cheered
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| But you turned as I guess someone spoke to you
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| And in a sea of arms you disappeared
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| I lived the life of a ragged soldier
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| The secretary to a rebel king
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| He kept us drunk and hungry in a jungle
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| Tangled in the lilies of his scheme
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| We gambled and we fought with one another
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| We had no code to give us unity
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| Most died among us without God or honor
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| As blood became our faith and currency
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| And all the while I kept your name beside me
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| I wrote it, but refused it on my tongue
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| Believing you a song still there inside me
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| I feared your loss if ever it were sung
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| I found myself at last upon a shoreline
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| I booked my passage home and stood in tears
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| With a bag of apples and a forged passport
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| -The first I’d seen my face in seven years…
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| Now I wonder at the day when I might find you
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| Appear among the living at your door
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| Will you have a husband and some children?
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| Will we share a secret anymore?
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| Life is brutal to the weak and sober
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| Its powers of persuasion dark and grave
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| Lt pushes its way up to the railing
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| Then turns its face when you start to wave |