| I’m looking out into the ocean
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| This boy in a boat that I am
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| Through the haze I can catch a glimpse
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| Of the damage that’s been done
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| Miles like minutes they pass as I row
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| And I count them in my head
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| Further and further I seem to go
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| From the home that I once made
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| I raise the anchor, raise these tired hands
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| And no direction and my pockets full of sand
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| I’m over my head
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| And the first few days of this journey
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| Friends and strangers came aboard my ship
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| Until the gifts of their passing
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| Crowded my quarters with gold
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| I’ve got no room for them anymore
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| For I fear I might go under
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| My anchor is tangled in weeds down below
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| As I heed the distant thunder calling me
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| Raise the question that’s in front of me
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| Clear as the sun I feel through the haze I’ll never see
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| I’m over my head on the crazy ocean
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| I’m over my head on the stormy sea
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| I’m over my head with a clear commotion
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| I’m over my head and it’s killing me
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| I’ll raise my bow to the winds that blow
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| Face the storm face to face as I know
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| She’s banging hard on my cabin door
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| So I face my fear face to face and what’s more
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| She’s in front of me, she’s in front of me
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| But then she’s gone for just awhile
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| And I’m crying
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| I’m over my head |