| Through hell and high water we have said we’d swim,
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| Of all we’ve thought, for all we’ve seen we’re in
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| Through hell and high water
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| Over under, we would take the bridge
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| That salty wonder takes us bit by bit
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| And we’re its plunder, like the Cape’s thin wrist
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| And left to ponder: fold or flex a fist?
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| Through hell and high water
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| When storms bring waves and
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| When waves bring tides in
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| Are we bold enough to think we’d win?
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| When storms bring winds and
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| When winds bring the hurricane
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| There’s nowhere she wants she’s never been
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| Our levy’s so much stronger now from testing them
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| But are they strong for what we will begin?
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| Peninsula is fading
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| Oh, bright city’s gauging
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| While the old man’s hardwood floors remove again
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| When storms bring waves and
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| When waves bring tides in
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| Are we bold enough to think we’d win?
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| When storms bring winds and
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| When winds bring the hurricane
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| There’s nowhere she wants she’s never been
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| So open up your door and let her in
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| Bridges falling down, be patient
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| In this tidal town, keep wading
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| When storms bring waves and
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| When waves bring tides in
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| Are we bold enough to think we’d win?
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| When storms bring winds and
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| When winds bring the hurricane
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| There’s nowhere she wants she’s never been
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| The wise men open up and let her in
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| That sea ain’t waging war
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| It’s just another storm
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| Then she will leave and you’ll be standin' |