| Do you see what I see
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| Or could I be the only one
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| Seeing just what I need
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| I envision a different man
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| Than the one I’ve become
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| Pray the ocean will understand
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| That my time isn’t done
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| Everyone’s leading
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| But nobody’s dancing
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| You stand on the stage
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| Just to turn all alone
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| I have waited this way
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| For a lifetime of days
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| I can’t wait for the morning sun
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| As I stand with the sea
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| And the ocean she understands
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| Just the man I could be
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| Somewhere else there’s a different world
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| With a sun that will rise
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| And a moon that will take its place
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| In another man’s eyes
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| And perhaps it’s a better world
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| Than the one that I see
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| Or if better for no one else
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| Perhaps better for me
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| Here in the dark where the sky shows its Graces
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| Revealing each star while the moon plays the fool
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| Saying how it must be while the night disagrees
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| I can’t wait for the morning sun
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| As I stand with the sea
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| And the ocean she understands
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| Just the man I could be
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| No, no, time doesn’t wait for you
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| No, no, leave it alone
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| No, no, your days are far too few
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| This thing I have always known
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| When your time is up it & s true
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| They never give another day to you
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| When your time is up it & s through
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| No one cares how
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| Can’t keep it
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| Can’t save it
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| Can’t take it away with you
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| So I say we use it now
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| Now his thoughts gave way to anger
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| And he loudly cursed at fate
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| That in a world of opportunities
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| That he was doomed to wait
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| That his life could be predestined
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| To be stuck here on this shore
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| He could not make himself believe
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| That there was nothing more |