| Hurled me a rope around the sun
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| Pulled her hot through the distant day
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| Cast the nets out into the blue
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| Caught me the islands fresh with spray
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| Then I came to the virgin rocks and sandbars
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| Shored the boats from the dancing waters
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| There in the shadow of the Tokelau hills
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| Burned me the fish for the moon gods daughter
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| Big canoe, oh, cut me through, oh
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| Thin white cloud of the Archipelago
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| Eye of the hunter on the shadow trail
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| Caught me the eel in the mountain stream
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| Marked the spot where the Moa fell
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| Sweat on the hands of my giant dreams
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| Then we dragged the hardwood down to the shore
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| Feet for the huts in the river’s mouth
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| Ploughed for the spice and the sweet potato
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| Build me the tribes of the distant south
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| We are the myths in the children’s eyes
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| We are their hope when the future lies
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| The white ships came from tall lands far
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| Full of the sword and the crucifixion
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| I traded my heart for a tank of gas
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| On a road of tarmac with new intentions
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| Stared me up at the moon gods daughter
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| Laughed she did at the fat man’s laws
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| Felt me the earth through three dollar shoes
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| Heard the roar of a thousand oars |