| Go down to the sea
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| Put your ears to the ground
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| And open your heart to the waves
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| And the sounds that they make
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| As they break along the shore
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| Never more to pass this way again
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| Open your eyes to the cries of the plane
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| And look to the skies
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| For a life that you won’t see again
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| As the silence cuts the glen
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| Never more to pass this way again
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| Never coming through here, oh no
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| My time is through here, that I know
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| And all that I leave I bequeth to my son
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| And beg his forgiveness, for all that I’ve done in his name
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| As the cycle comes to end
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| Never more to pass this way again
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| Never coming through here my friend
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| I know my road has reached the end
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| Never coming through here
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| Never coming through here my friend
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| Never more to pass this way again |