| A boat made of paper, it set sail with me
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| And O, how I’ve grown weary
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| That boat of shame it took me, now I’m far from free
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| And O won’t you stay near me?
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| Hope it blowed eternal
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| There upon the promised land
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| Will it wither now or will I feel my feet upon the sand?
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| This bundle that I carry is worth more to me than life
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| And O, how I’ve grown weary
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| There’s only me to hold her now that I’m no more a wife
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| And O won’t you stay near me?
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| Hope it blowed eternal
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| There upon the promised land
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| Will it wither now or will I feel my feet upon the sand?
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| An ancient land I’ve left behind, in ruins now lies she
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| And O, how I’ve grown weary
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| I must spell a new life now with walls to keep her free
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| And O won’t you stay near me?
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| Hope it blowed eternal
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| There upon the promised land
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| Will it wither now or will I feel my feet upon the sand?
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| My heart is in my hand now we are on the open sea
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| And O, how I’ve grown weary
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| Thank God, she won’t remember this, whatever it may be
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| And O won’t you stay near me?
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| The orange sun was burning on the boat where we all stand
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| And hope it blowed eternal there upon the promised land
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| Will it whither now or will I feel my feet upon the sand? |