| When a sailor goes to sea
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| Though he leaves his love behind
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| Time and tide will set him free
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| From the grief inside him
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| Sea and sky will ease his heart
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| Regulate his troubled mind
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| Every sailor has a chart
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| And a star to guide him home
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| When the storm clouds are riding through a winter sky
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| Sail away, sail away
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| When the love light is fading in your sweetheart’s eye
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| Sail away, sail away
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| When you feel your song
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| Is orchestrated wrong
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| Why should you prolong your stay?
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| When the wind and the weather blow your dreams sky high
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| Sail away, sail away, sail away
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| Love is meat to make us glad
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| Love can make the world go round
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| Love can drive you raving mad
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| Torment and upset you
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| Love can give your heart a jolt
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| But philosophers have found
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| That it’s wise to do a bolt
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| When it starts to get you down
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| When your life seems too difficult to rise above
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| Sail away, sail away
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| When your heart feels as dreary as a worn-out glove
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| Sail away, sail away
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| But when soon or late
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| You recognize your fate
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| That will be your great, great day
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| On the wings of the morning with your own true love
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| Sail away, sail away, sail away |