| Standing by the ocean watch it tear away the shore
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| Glide out upon the desert, the horizon is the door
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| And though your voice is shouting above the wind it can’t be heard
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| Drop all sense of reason, it’s there you’ll find your worth
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| And though you are srrounded, feeling quite alone
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| There’s a light to guide you home
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| If you stand with your face to the wind off the water
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| At the point of lands end where the ocean begins
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| Look to the memory of the ones gone before
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| The light and meaning of the voices on the wind
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| Searching for safe passage as you knock on every door
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| You still can hear the howling of the mongrel dogs of war
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| You call our for some comfort seeking shelter from the night
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| A raging rain’s upon you feeling tired of the fight
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| And though you are surrounded, feeling quite alone
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| There’s a light to guide you home
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| If you stand with your face to the wind off the water
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| At the point of lands end where the ocean begins
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| Look to the memory of the ones gone before
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| The light and meaning of the voices on the wind
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| Thier words carry over water, and fall back down to earth
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| What follows is the silence as you contemplate their worth
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| A vision comes before you, but the meaning’s still unclear
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| Standing at the threshold as you watch it disappear
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| And though you are surrounded, feeling quite alone
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| There’s a light to guide you home
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| If you stand with your face to the wind off the water
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| At the point of lands end where the ocean begins
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| Look to the memory of the ones gone before
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| The light and meaning of the voices on the wind |