| The silver moon and a singing breeze
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| I’m walking out under the stars
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| Light a cigarette, and watch the smoke
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| As it chases my dreams away
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| I turn and gaze out to the sea
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| And watch as the waves come tumbling in
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| Off in the distance an angel cries
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| As the ship of the line comes into bay
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| I’m just an island in a stream
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| I’m all at sea, come rescue me
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| I’m just an island in a stream
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| I’m all at sea, come rescue me
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| Building castles, and flying flags
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| And my lips begin to sting
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| I feel the sand, beneath my feet
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| And my hallowing heart begins to sing
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| The flashing light warns of danger here
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| But the ship come on, sailing in
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| I run for the shores, and away to hide
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| I need a time and a place to think
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| I look around to find a friend for life
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| Seeking refuge in your arms
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| Splinters of ice, thin, sharp, and cold
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| Pierce my freezing skin
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| I was scared of your embrace
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| You show me a grave new world
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| And against the tide and dashed on the rocks
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| The ship of the line comes on in |