| Just fifteen miles from shore
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| I lost the love that I had
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| Slipped and fell into the cold
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| Of the deep and the dark below
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| Big wave, small boat
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| We tipped, I froze
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| My hands were ice my feet were stone
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| I could not throw the rope
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| I caught her eye as she dipped down with a wave
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| I jumped in but I was too late
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| Fighting with the currents of the Georgia Strait
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| Fighting with the wind and the tide and the waves
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| I lost my love that day
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| I touched her fingers as she breathed out my name
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| She smiled at me, I watched her fade away
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| To the deep and the dark of the underwave
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| To the Currents of the Georgia Strait
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| And here it’s been ten years to the day
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| And here I’ll sit for a hundred years and I’ll wait
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| Till I see her smiling face
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| Come shining up through the waves
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| On the shore, in the rain I’ll wait
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| Till I see my love again
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| I pray to god, I curse my luck, I question my faith
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| I curse my empty hearted fate
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| And I curse the wind and the tide and the waves
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| And I curse the currents of the Georgia Strait
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| Where I lost my love that day
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| Where I lost my heart
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| To the curse of the currents of the Georgia Strait
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| It’s the curse of the currents of the Georgia Strait |