| Another ferry’s drifting slowly through the stream
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| Someday I will follow, someday I’ll be free
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| Silently the wind blows moving misty clouds
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| I wait until it’s darker, covered by a shroud
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| Another rainy day is passing by
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| Another restless day without a try
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| But tomorrow I will go
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| Tomorrow I will go away
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| Something seems uncertain and still it holds me back
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| Salvation’s calling, craving from somewhere in the dark
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| Another rainy day is passing by
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| Another restless day without a try
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| Another cry of agony vibrates through the night
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| But tomorrow I will go
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| Tomorrow I will go away
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| I’m still hanging around, think I have run aground
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| But I know I will have to pay my dues
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| And I hope that they will not refuse
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| My time has come for leaving
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| I’m taking my last course
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| And soon I’m gonna be there to fuse with a sacred force
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| No more rainy days are passing by
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| No more restless days without a try
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| No more cries of agony in the darkest night
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| Today I’ve gone away
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| Today I’ve finally gone away |