| What you, what you see is something you can’t distinguish,
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| Something you know that you love.
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| What you, what you need is something she’ll never be.
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| I think it’s time to let you go.
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| Better ask the Captain.
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| Do it now.
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| Do it before we drown.
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| It’s too late, it’s too late
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| I think the tide has come to wash you out,
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| Wash you away from here.
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| Here comes the storm, it’s moving in and swallowing
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| Like the bottom half of an hour glass
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| And we’re running out of space.
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| Better ask the Captain.
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| Do it now.
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| Do it before we drown.
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| It’s too late, it’s too late
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| I think the tide has come to wash you out,
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| Wash you away from here.
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| Empty ocean is all we see,
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| The north star is all we need.
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| This time is probably right for everyone to say their goodbyes.
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| «May day! |
| May day!"she said to me,
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| However it’s too late
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| Captain, oh Captain, we’ve lost our direction.
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| It’s too late
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| It’s too late
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| It’s too late.
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| It’s too late, it’s too late
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| I think the tide has come to wash you out,
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| Wash you away from here. |