| Caught in a dangerous tide
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| Where the storm and the sailor collide
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| Searching for treasure he’s to find
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| But there’s something more than a difficult storm on my mind
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| And it’s turning my skin white
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| And at times I forget where my heart lies
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| So you steer your ship to the shore
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| Said you found holes in the walls
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| Do you get seasick?
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| Is there someone you miss?
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| Add another excuse to your list
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| Calm from our neck to our toes
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| But the rest of us wants to go home
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| Abandon the silver and gold
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| We forget to collect because this doubt has been taking its toll
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| And it’s turning my skin white
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| And at times I forget where my heart lies
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| So you steer your ship to the shore
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| Said you found holes in the walls
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| Do you get seasick?
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| Is there someone you miss?
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| Add another excuse to your list
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| Oh do you get seasick?
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| Add another excuse to your list
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| Oh and I shout it, «Iceberg»
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| Oh and I shout it, «Iceberg»
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| So I steer the ship to the shore
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| I told you there were holes in the walls
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| You know I get seasick
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| Because there’s someone I miss
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| Just another excuse from the list
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| Said I get seasick
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| And it’s just another excuse from the list
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| Maybe you’re just seasick
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| Or it’s just another excuse to dismiss |