| Don’t want to walk upon the water
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| Don’t want to look across the waves
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| Instead of seeing hills of water
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| I just see markers on their graves
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| But in the fading of a season
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| To look across an empty sky
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| For a forgotten childhood reason
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| To once more wish that you could
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| Close your eyes and just believe again
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| There’s a god does he remember when
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| We were young and faith was not pretend
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| Anymore
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| Anymore
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| Anymore
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| Anymore
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| And in the night he sees the ocean
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| Carve its thoughts upon the shore
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| For in the way it was created
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| It can do this and nothing more
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| And every message it would leave him
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| The next wave carefully erased
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| As the tears that passed between them
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| Were so real that you could
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| Close your eyes and just believe again
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| There’s a god and he remembers when
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| We were young and faith was not pretend
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| Anymore
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| Anymore
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| Anymore
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| Anymore
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| And all at once the waves were getting
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| Higher
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| And as they crashed I thought I heard them say
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| There’d be a time when men would all be wiser
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| When everyone, everyone
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| Yes everyone is
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| Saved
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| And as he walked away he thought about
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| That third stowaway once more
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| And wondered if the body had washed up
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| Upon some far and distant shore
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| Or if it sank down through the depths
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| Of cold reality
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| To rest upon the ocean floor
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| For all eternity
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| For at the bottom of the sea
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| The dead do not feel pain
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| And neath the ocean made of tears
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| They never fear the rain
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| But what had really happened
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| Was a stranger twist of fate
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| That the deckhand was to never know
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| But to you I will relate |