| I welcome you my little man
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| Stolen from your sleepy land
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| Cut loose from her, my caloused hand
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| Branded you an exile
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| The ocean parted when you wailed
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| And debris of your catastrophe
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| Set sail inside a silver cup
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| That she handed to me
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| No ocean deep, no mountain tall
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| No liberty, no prison vault
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| Can keep my baby refugee
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| From his own inland sea
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| Where he can play castaway
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| Where he can play castaway
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| Where he can play castaway
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| Now on a dolphin’s back I come to you
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| Bounding from across the blue
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| Swollen flood inside my vein
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| To try to explain
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| How someday far below the moon
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| You may live beside a green lagoon
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| And store up pearls for skipping stones
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| And you’ll never be alone
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| Ocean fall or ocean rise
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| I see her deep, deep in your eyes
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| I’m an ocean apart from you
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| But you’ll always be a part of me
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| 'Cause I can play castaway
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| Two can play castaway
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| Three can play castaway
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| We all play castaway |