| There are men high up there fishing,
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| Haven’t seen quite enough of the world,
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| I ain’t seen a sign of my heroes,
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| And I’m still diving down for pearls.
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| Let me flow into the ocean,
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| Let me get back to the sea.
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| Let me be stormy and let me be calm,
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| Let the tide in, and set me free.
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| I’m flowing under bridges,
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| Then flying through the sky,
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| I’m travelling down cold metal
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| Just a tear in baby’s eye.
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| Let me flow into the ocean
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| Let me get back to the sea
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| Let me be stormy and let me be calm
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| Let the tide in, rush over me.
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| I am not the actor
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| This can’t be the scene
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| But I am in the water,
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| As far as I can see…
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| I’m remembering distant memories
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| Recalling other names.
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| Rippling over canyons,
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| And boiling in the train.
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| Let me etc. |