| There comes the wind and you sail
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| From this moaning, arid shore
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| To the dreaming sea where the waves can get so high
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| Did you make your boat too frail
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| Is it too hard to catch the wind
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| Don’t stray from the stream of beaming light
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| Set this child to grow free
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| Angels won’t hold me, they breach what has grown me
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| Heart of our sorrows, now own me
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| Angels won’t hold me, they breach what has grown me
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| Heart of our sorrows, now own me
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| Image on the mirror
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| It’s nothing what you where hoping for
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| Just tears from the father are here for the son
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| Feeling nothing but scorn
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| No banners to welcome you
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| Dreams never ours, never in bond
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| Set this child to grow free
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| Angels won’t hold me, they breach what has grown me
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| Heart of our sorrows, now own me
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| Angels won’t hold me, they breach what has grown me
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| Heart of our sorrows, now own me |