| And so to be one to lie to the captain
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| Sure I’m coming back
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| But I walk along and meet up a tree line
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| Cover up at last
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| And they’re raging at the beach for some light
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| But like the birds I was given all this time
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| And to stop believing in the returning
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| I went on
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| So vaguely I still hear the bangs but not
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| What’s going on
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| I guess they’re raging at the beach for some light
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| But like the birds they’re forgiven every time
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| But then I know that I’m a stranger in this land
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| And I wake you up by speaking what you cannot understand, no
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| All I said was there were mountains in my way
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| But they’re slowly disappearing
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| And I balance when I feel you to my skin
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| In times like these even travelers can win
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| To be high in trees when they walk
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| Just forth and back and out
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| And the vessel’s gone and I will stay to
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| Figure this one out
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| I bet they’re raging in the seas for some light
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| And like all birds they’re given all this time
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| And now I hold on fall is greeting me to stay
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| And we slow dance in the kitchen and I dream the days away, oh
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| And just like Lucinda’s you are right on time
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| There are louder cities somewhere
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| But I don’t think I’ll be back where ringing stays
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| In a place like this I should never feel afraid
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| Get around
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| This is handsome life
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| I guess my rhythm grew
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| Through my darker time, oh
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| I was not the killer I was one just setting sail
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| With the fear of sideway winds just turning
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| Downward with the hail
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| Oh, I was raging in the field for some light
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| But like the birds I was forgiven with this time
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| And in this sunlight I just can’t believe your face
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| We’re some laundry line believers
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| We’re just kids in many ways, oh
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| And you smell like smoke and honey in my arms
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| I’m somewhere in some falling and I’m learning of your language for to say
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| In times like these I should never grow away |