| Packed and all eyes turned in
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| No one to see on the quay no one waving
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| For me just the shoreline receding
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| Ticket in my hand, I’m thinking «wish I didn’t hand it in»
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| Cause who said sailing is fine?
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| Leaving behind all the faces that I might
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| Replace if I tried on that long ride
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| Looking deep inside but I don’t want to look so deep inside yet
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| Sit down, sit down on the prow to wave bye
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| There might not be another star further on the line
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| Look out, look out at each town that glides by
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| And there’s another crowd to drown in crying eyes
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| And see how that light you love now just won’t shine
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| There might just be another star that’s high and far in some other sky
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| We sing, «Is that marionette
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| Real enough yet to step off of that set
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| To decide what her hands might be doing?
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| Ruining the play, to in the ensuing melee escape»
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| We packed up all of our bags
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| The ship’s deck now sags from the weight of our tracks
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| As we pace beneath flags black and battered
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| Rattling our swords in service of some faded foreign lord
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| We sail out on orders from him but we find
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| The maps he sent to us don’t mention lost coastlines
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| Where nothing we’ve actually seen has been mapped or outlined
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| And we don’t recognize the names upon these signs
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| And every night finds us rocking and rolling on waves wild and wide
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| Well, we have lost our way, nobody’s going to say it outright
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| Just go la la la la la la la la la
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| Oh, la la la la la la la la la la la
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| La la la la la la
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| La la la la la
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| La la la la la la |