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My father told me son, |
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A good man is strong enough to run. |
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He was a wooden row, |
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As silent as a scarecrow |
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He was. |
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With time we grew apart |
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He spent his life making maps and disappearing. |
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Calm down I know it's late, |
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I'll be back in a couple days |
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Read this letter if my trip's delayed |
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Then just go on with your life. |
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It read we are, we are all lost. |
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Days passed without a sign |
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I found a bottle with a map inside |
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And followed it far off the breakers. |
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I sat there and watched the gulls |
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Fall into the salt below |
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I never thought so much about leaving. |
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Sorry but I've got to go |
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Told my mother I'd come back home |
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Once I found a reason. |
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Calm down I know it's late, |
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I'll be back in a couple days |
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Read this letter if my trip's delayed |
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Then just go on with your life. |
