| The waves make mountains, I’ve sailed with ease
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| As wind gathers firmly in my canopy
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| We dive through the mist to the autumn sun
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| My vessel and its crew of twenty one, and we fly
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| Through burgundy smoke and a fear of home
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| Alas, my final mission to the great unknown
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| As my thoughts betray me in flashes so bold
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| I’m reminded of home where the coast shines like gold
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| Darkness, thunderstorm, a ship going down
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| The crashing of rain and its deafening sound
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| As the crew ties the sails blown aside by the wind
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| Crashing from the waves come tumbling in and we fly
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| Rolling like a cobra, one life to spend
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| Drifting through the heavens where the oceans they end
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| And there’s no longer the sea no longer the sun
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| My ship and the waves have all swirled into one
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| And i’m off past the vision, the line of the light
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| Where oceans turn waterfalls, daytime turns night
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| And no people return, no stories to tell
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| And i watched thru the door for the toll of the bell
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| One with the raging wind
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| Alive on the highest tides
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| My ship at sail can climb a mountain
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| Ride it to the sky
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| Whoa… oh, he’ll navigate!
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| Earlier up this morning, as I sit upon the bow
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| In the distance, my homeland, but I just don’t know how
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| Years along the sea, and I thought I’d find the sun
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| Once around the world, and now I think I’m done |