| Will circle your island ‘til I find your bay
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| I’ll crawl through the seaweed to knock on your door
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| Walk barefeet on the broken clam shells, mile after mile
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| It’s cold and windy at the seaside
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| Yet here I am
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| I’ll go and saddle the cannons
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| I’ll round up the seals
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| We’ll lay down your anger, so soft and neat
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| ‘Cause there is only one word and it needs to be cried:
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| I I I I’m sorry — for letting you down
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| I see so many seahorses
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| They all say the same thing
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| Bow down your neck and wait, it’s not too late
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| Sing soft and sweet, honey drizzle if you dare
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| Climb around that angry bear, charm him like a millionaire
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| I’ll go and saddle the cannons
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| I’ll round up the seals
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| We’ll lay down your anger, so soft and neat
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| ‘Cause there is only one word and it needs to be cried:
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| I I I I’m sorry — for letting you down
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| Island man, take my tan
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| Shake me around and drop me in your cocktail, dear
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| I’ll go and saddle the cannons, I’ll round up the seals
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| We’ll lay down your anger, so soft and neat
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| ‘Cause there is only one word and it needs to be cried:
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| I I I I’m sorry — for letting you down |