| I’m waiting on the empty docks
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| Watching the ships come in
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| I’m waiting for the agony to stop
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| Oh, let the happiness in
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| I’m watching as the gulls all settle down
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| Upon the empty vessels
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| The faded whites of their wedding gowns
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| The songs of hopeless selflessness
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| The cold December Sun
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| A cold that blisters
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| The hands of a working man
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| Wasted, ooh
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| I’m waiting on the empty docks
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| Watching the ships roll in
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| I’m longing for the agony to stop
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| Oh, let the happiness in
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| Oh, let the happiness in
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| Oh, let the happiness in
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| Listen to the waves against the rocks
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| I don’t know where they’ve been
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| I’m waiting for the skies to open up
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| And let the happiness in
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| Oh, let the happiness in
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| Oh, let the happiness in
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| Cause it’s coming, coming on
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| Let the happiness in
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| Oh, let the happiness in
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| Cause it’s coming, coming on, coming on
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| Oh, let the happiness in
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| Cause it’s coming, coming on
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| Oh, let the happiness in
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| Doo doo, doo doo doo
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| Oh, let the happiness in |