| I took your hand and held it in my clutch
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| But it was never mine to hold
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| You’re loving something of a Midas touch
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| The ones you need, you turn to stone
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| Well, sail on
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| Sail on 'till you’re gone
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| And then some
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| With all your broken pieces, pieces
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| Well, sail on
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| Sail on 'till you’re gone
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| And then some
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| With all your broken pieces, pieces
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| And now you’re spewing out those lonely lies
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| You say you’ve changed it all around
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| But you’ll be gone again
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| When the winds blow, oh, sailor
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| Another state to claim with your flag upon the ground
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| Well, sail on
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| Sail on 'till you’re gone
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| And then some
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| With all your broken pieces, pieces
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| Well, sail on
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| Sail on 'till you’re gone
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| And then some
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| With all your broken pieces, pieces
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| We’ll shatter the light, and let it go
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| Whatever time it’ll take to break it
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| Burning out bright
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| And sounding the sirens
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| Sail on, sail on, sail on
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| Sail on, sail on, sail on
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| Sail on, oh, sail on, oh, sail on
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| Sail on, sail on, sail on
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| Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on
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| Sail on, sail on, sail on
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| Sail on, sail on, sail on
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| Sail on, sail on, sail on |