| We came down to the shore
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| Always some desperate people there
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| Anywhere people congregate for pleasure
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| They’ll go hunting for treasure
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| Come one, come all, fortune-seeking brothers
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| Pick up the faint, faint scent
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| Of the faith of our fathers
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| Their names were known once to me
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| I hear them sometimes on the Song of the Sea
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| Take note of what will be gone
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| In the blink of an eye
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| The blue, blue water
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| The bone-white sky
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| You can set your watch by these guys
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| We will be high on the highway
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| Before they’ve even opened their eyes
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| Picture them scouring the sanctuary
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| Looking for gold
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| It never gets old
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| But there is no gold and there is no silver
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| And the South takes what the North delivers
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| Reverse the circuit sometimes
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| Every couple seasons
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| Remember our grandfathers
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| Whenever we need a reason
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| Take note of what will be gone
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| In the blink of an eye
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| The blue, blue water
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| The bone-white sky
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| Yeah |