| He was an outcast from the island sailing across the sea
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| Bending the horizon bearing with the breeze
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| Searching for a treasure buried long ago
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| 'Cos nothing lasts forever except what you don’t know
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| But he weren’t afraid of dying or stepping through that door
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| The compass started reeling and he stared into the storm
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| Soon everything was rolling and rolling like a hound
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| And an angry ton of water knocked him to the ground
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| And it kinda stands to reason
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| It was hurricance season
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| Hey-ey-ey-ey
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| He was hanging in the darkness holding to the land
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| Faces in the water of folks he’d left behind
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| Saying 'boy you must be crazy should have stayed at home
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| Stuck with what you’d started, stuck with what you know'
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| And the sea had come to take him and snuff him like a light
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| In the black and heavy water in the black and heavy sight
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| And it kinda stands to reason
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| It was hurricance season
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| Hey-ey-ey-ey
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| Hey-ey-ey-ey
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| He called up to the angels he called into the deep
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| Said 'God if you can hear me give me some relief'
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| And He didn’t ask for favours didn’t want to ask for gold
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| Only one posession possession of a soul
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| 'I'm begging for your mercy I’m begging to you please
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| I’m just a simple traveller lost upon the sea'
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| And it kinda stands to reason
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| It was hurricance season
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| Hey-hey-hey-hey |