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We were born before the wind |
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Also younger than the sun |
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Had our bodies both as one as we sailed into the mystic |
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Hark, now hear the sailors cry |
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Smell the sea and feel the sky |
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Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic |
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And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home |
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And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it |
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I don't have to fear it |
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And I want to rock your gypsy soul |
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Just like way back in the days of old |
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And magnificently we will flow into the mystic |
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When that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home |
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And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it |
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I don't have to fear it |
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And I want to rock your gypsy soul |
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Just like way back in the days of old |
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And together we will flow into the mystic |
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Come on girl... |
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Too late to stop now... |
