| Heading south so I can go north
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| Guided by birds but drifting off-course
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| Read the tide-table before starting out
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| But 30 years old with chapters torn out
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| You, waking up from a dream of the sea
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| Safe in the harbour from sailors like me
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| You, in the kitchen, waiting on tea
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| Whilst I lose the compass to a trick of the sea
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| Bearing east so I can blow west
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| Guided by wreckage of the marie celeste
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| Read sombrero fallout whilst waiting for calm
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| Carved chapter 13 in script on my arm
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| You, waking up from a dream of the sea
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| Safe in the harbour from sailors like me
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| You, in the kitchen, waiting on tea
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| Whilst I lose the compass to a trick of the sea |