| The wind is a-whippin' through the open doors
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| Speakin' of the sea and the rolling waves
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| Maybe there's a ship at the bottom now
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| Or struggling on the surface with a cry for help
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| Wish I could forget and let the years go by
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| Wish I could escape from my dreams of you
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| Twenty years ago 'twas a howlin' storm
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| As the voice of a God from a great beyond
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| I was standing on the shore as the sky grew dark
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| With a hand on a bible and a hand on my heart
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| Wish I could forget and let the years go by
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| Wish I could escape from my dreams of you
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| Because all I have left is the voice of the wind
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| Blowing through the doors of our house
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| The sun was dryin' up the rainy skies
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| Shining gold in our sails and our hearts standing by
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| Remember what they're singin' on their way to the sea
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| "Goodbye, fare thee well, goodbye for me"
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| Wish I could forget and let the years go by
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| Wish I could escape from my dreams of you
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| Empty were the coffins and the house where we lived
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| As the grave that I dug by our place on the beach
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| How I wish the water could be poured out of the sea
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| So I can go and get you back ashore with me
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| Wish I could forget and let the years go by
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| Wish I could escape from my dreams of you
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| Because all I have left is the voice of the wind
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| Blowing through the doors
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| Because all I have left is the voice of the wind
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| Blowing through the doors
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| One more time
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| All I have left is the voice of the wind
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| Blowing through the doors of our house |