| I was born to a very simple family
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| We would scrape and save to rebuild our name
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| I met a girl who believes in me
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| And I believe in her
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| And it’s only on Thursday morning
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| We sail away!
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| Do you hate the feeling of life on the open sea?
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| The wood is rotting underneath
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| Does the salty breeze trigger your memory
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| Of whale bones and coming home?
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| Do you hear it? |
| The sea is calling
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| 'Cause these hands were meant to retrieve the net
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| My breath grows tighter and tighter
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| When I think of you!
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| You better keep your hands off my lady…
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| Do you hate the feeling of life on the open sea?
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| The wood is rotting underneath
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| Does the salty breeze trigger your memory
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| Of whale bones and coming home?
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| Of whale bones and coming home…
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| We will have to burn some time
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| For the holidays
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| We will swim with ocean life
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| And the manta rays
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| We have waited all our lives
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| For these golden days
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| We will have to burn some time
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| For the holidays
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| We will swim with ocean life
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| And the manta rays
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| We have waited all our lives
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| For these golden days |