| We make the oceans sometimes, our sea
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| We’re poised aloft every swell, blindly
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| We’re in the same boat
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| And we all share the same oars
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| We still stake our claims at
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| Stern, Bow, Port or Starboard
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| Just wait for others, holding offers
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| Make way for mothers, holding daughters
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| Make way for brothers, holding lovers
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| When all at once, burst from within
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| Waves of light in human skin
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| Arguing it’s only life, we’ll live again
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| Above the waves that tears have since formed
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| Unabridged, en masse
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| We capsize our minds sometimes, by thinking
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| And throw the world overboard, wondering
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| If our ship stays divided and don’t fast together
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| We’ll surely lay waste when there is inclement weather |