| Going down on bended knee.
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| Feel the grass beneath your feet.
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| Don’t miss a chance to fly or float.
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| With the people that you meet.
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| No destination on the cards.
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| No final list or perfect rules.
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| Watch the masters of the sea.
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| All going down in ships of fools.
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| One things for sure.
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| It comes around again.
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| I’m pretty sure.
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| You’ll always need a friend.
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| Takes a little time.
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| To change the rules of the game.
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| It’s nog over till its over.
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| Cos it comes around again.
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| It takes time to deliver.
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| It takes time to collect.
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| It takes time to consider.
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| And the wheels have come to rest.
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| Left your family and your home.
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| Fighting for some better space.
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| Now you’re covers overgrown.
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| In this godforsaken place.
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| One things for sure.
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| It comes around again.
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| I’m pretty sure.
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| You’ll always need a friend.
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| Takes a little time.
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| To change the rules of the game.
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| It’s not over till it’s over.
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| It comes around again. |