| We were born before the wind
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| Also younger than the sun
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| Ere the bonnie boat was won
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| As we sailed into the mystic
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| Hark, now hear the sailors cry
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| Smell the sea and feel the sky
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| Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
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| And when that fog horn blows
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| I will be coming home
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| And when that fog horn blows
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| I wanna hear it, I don’t have to fear it
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| I wanna rock your gypsy soul
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| Just like way back in the days of old
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| Together we will float into the mystic
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| And when that fog horn blows
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| You know I will be coming home
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| And when that fog horn whistle blows
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| I got to hear it, I don’t have to fear it
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| I wanna rock your gypsy soul
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| Just like way back in the days of old
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| Together we will stroll into the mystic
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| Now come on girl
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| Too late to stop this now |