| We pulled up the anchor
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| Waving goodbye to the town that had cradled me
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| Two weeks now at sea, starting to get to me
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| I think I’m crazy
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| (Oohhhhh) There in the water
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| (Oohhhhh) I’m not scared, but I oughta be
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| All the legends of old, the stories they told
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| Schemes are for dreamers, meant nothing to me
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| Now my disblelief, lay smashed at my feet
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| 'Cause I saw the girl in the sea
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| Back at the harbor
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| Still I am swimming with her in my mind
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| In my Davy Jones' locker
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| I’ll keep my secret where no one can find it
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| (Oohhhhh) They’d never believe me
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| (Oohhhhh) I see her so clearly
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| All the legends of old, the stories they told
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| The schemes are for dreamers, sweet music to me
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| I’m lost in a dream, my heart wants to sing
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| All for the girl in the sea
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| Each day that goes by, each wave we ride
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| Seems to remind me it all was a dream
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| I guess my memory
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| Got the best of me
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| This time
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| (Oohhhhh) The sounds so familiar
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| (Oohhhhh) What could it be? |
| (What could it be? What could it be?)
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| All the legends of old, the stories they told
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| The schemes of the dreamers, sweet music to me
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| I’m lost in a dream, my heart wants to sing
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| All for the girl in the sea
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| All the legends of old, the stories they told
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| The schemes of the dreamers, dreamers like me
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| I’m lost in a dream, my heart wants to sing
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| All for the girl in the sea |