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See me waving my handkerchief on the shore |
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see my arm raised high |
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see that ship sail off |
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with its sails aloft |
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and see me dry my eyes |
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and see more |
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salty tears flow |
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as my house is blown wide |
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and see me watch the waves roll in from somewhere |
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see me squint my eyes |
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see me learn to live without my loved ones |
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see me scan the skys |
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and see |
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the flock of birds goodbye |
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and turn to go inside |
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but I feel you |
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on my neck |
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you are a bow of fire |
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see me reach up |
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see me touch my neck |
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see my fingers recoil |
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see the life come into my body |
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see me living wide |
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and see me look from side to side |
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and tiptoe in your light |
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see me look at you and lose my sight |
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and while my eyes burned I saw it |
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oh no |
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here comes a black ship |
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rising under red sail |
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see it fill the sky |
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see it bellow up |
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see the their gleaming eyes |
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hear their scary trumpets on |
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see me run in terror for the mountain |
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see me scramble high |
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and see me burned and blind |
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and all hopeless and barren |
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see me sprawled out |
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see me crawl and whine |
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see me search for signs |
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and I see you weird and high |
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you are a bow |
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are a bow of fire |
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you are a bow of fire |
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you are a bow |