| 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 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 I will be coming home
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| And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it I don’t have to fear it I want to rock your gypsy soul
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| Just like way back in the days of old
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| Then magnificently we will float into the mystic
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| And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
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| And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it I don’t have to fear it I want to rock your gypsy soul
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| Just like way back in the days of old
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| And together we will float into the mystic
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| Come on girl… |