| I saw a woman by the shore
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| Her feet half buried in the sand
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| As waves were lappin', sun was nappin'
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| She was cryin' for her man
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| And with a tear she dropped
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| And never stopped
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| And told of how this misery began
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| Each day for seven years
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| She’d walked the beach in case she saw
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| A heaving ship returning, fat with riches
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| Headed for the shore
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| With needless wealth
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| And the one man
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| That she’d been longin' for
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| No clue was given of
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| The crew of her lover’s cursed ship
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| A simple voyage of discovery
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| A three-year round-trip
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| Sullen hope had never yielded
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| So she knelt with quivering lip
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| So there the woman by the shore
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| Her knees half buried in the sand
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| As waves were lappin', sun was nappin'
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| She was searchin' for her man
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| With a final tear she stopped
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| And I began to understand.
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| This underwater tomb is keeping me from you
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| While my decaying body festers, my soul will never rest
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| And though you may cry yet
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| You must endeavor to forget me
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| So when you learn of my demise
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| Your soul can rise
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| The setting of the sun was fire
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| Her face a crimson red
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| Her bloodshot eyes staring toward the beheaded figurehead
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| Disfigured, dismembered
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| But remembered in his stead.
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| Now seven years of doubt
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| Have left her face by time betrayed
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| Unraveled dreams of a past life with her man becoming frayed
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| With a tear she dropped into the sea
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| As hope began to fade |