| Sometimes life feels like an ocean,
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| cruel and far too cold to mention.
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| Though you raise a great commotion — still no-one pays you attention
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| There’s no sail on the horizon,
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| when the shark-fins gather near,
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| you watch your chances of surviving scuppered —
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| (sink, then disappear),
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| All I need, all you need, all we need, is something to cling to.
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| (Watch your chances disappear when the shark-fins gather near),
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| All I need, all you need, all we need, is something to cling to.
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| As your 'fair-weather-friends'stand waving,
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| from the comfort of their yacht,
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| (it's strange how when you needed saving
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| they conveniently forgot).
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| The countless times you’ve stopped them sinking,
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| fought to keep their lives afloat,
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| and hauled them upwards, (without thinking).
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| to the safety of your boat.
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| AIl I need, all you need, all we need, is something to cling to
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| (Fight to keep your life afloat — far from the safety of your boat)
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| All I need, all you need, all we need, is something to cling to So tired and numb — your limbs now weaken
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| and you slowly start to wonder;
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| Should I not admit I’m beaten,
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| let these waters drag me under?
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| Feel a peace and calm descending,
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| ceasing fears, and cares, and crying.
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| Knowing that your life is ending,
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| reconcile yourself to dying.
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| Then as if from out of nowhere.
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| (and just when you least expected).
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| floats a single piece of driftwood — by some unseen force directed
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| It’s a gift life often brings you.
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| when you thought all hope long gone.
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| sometimes a single dream to cling to.
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| gives you strength to carry on.
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| It seems the wisest words that I know,
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| (three which some dead scholar wrote)
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| are simply these: — Dum spiro spero
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| meaning; |
| WHILE I BREATHE I HOPE.
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| All I need. |
| all you need, all we need, is something to cling to,
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| (The wisest words man ever wrote are simply While I breathe I hope).
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| All I need, all you need, all we need, is something to cling to. |