| From the corner of my eye, I was looking out and why
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| To see all the things we did, to see hope in where we hid
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| From the outside looking in, was a stranger with a grin
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| Seeing bombhead on a rope, he was swinging high and low
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| High and low
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| We were miles out to sea — did we float, you and me?
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| Maybe one day we’ll go back for more
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| We were miles from the bay — did we float, I should say
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| Maybe next time we’ll leave from the shore
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| From the corner of my eye, I was looking out and why
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| There were sounds you never heard and then dump was the new word
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| Look at last nite was that nite, a sharp lady got it right
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| We song songs from cabaret and we laughed the night away
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| Right away
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| We were miles out to sea — did we float, you and me?
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| Maybe one day we’ll go back for more
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| We were miles from the bay — did we float, I should say
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| Maybe next time we’ll leave from the shore
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| The mad monk was such a sight, red hair hanging in the light
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| And a temple to call home, is he living there alone?
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| From the outside looking in, was a stranger with a grin
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| He saw all the things we did, we saw hope in where we hid, yes we did
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| We were miles out to sea — did we float, you and me?
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| Maybe one day we’ll go back for more
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| We were miles from the bay — did we float, I should say
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| Maybe next time we’ll leave from the shore |