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Standing by the ocean watch it tear away the shore |
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Glide out upon the desert, the horizon is the door |
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And though your voice is shouting above the wind it can't be heard |
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Drop all sense of reason, it's there you'll find your own worth |
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And though you are surrounded, feeling quite alone |
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There's a light to guide you home |
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If you stand with your face to the wind off the water |
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At the point of lands end where the ocean begins |
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Look to the memory of the ones gone before |
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The light and meaning of the voices on the wind |
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Searching for safe passage as you knock on every door |
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You still can hear the howling of the mongrel dogs of war |
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You call out for some comfort seeking shelter from the night |
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A raging rain's upon you and you're tired of the fight |
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And though you are surrounded, feeling quite alone |
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There's a light to guide you home |
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If you stand with your face to the wind off the water |
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At the point of lands end where the ocean begins |
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Look to the memory of the ones gone before |
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The light and meaning of the voices on the wind |
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And though you are surrounded feeling quite alone |
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There's a light to guide you home |
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If you stand with your face to the wind off the water |
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At the point of lands end where the ocean begins |
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Look to the memory of the ones gone before |
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The light and meaning of the voices on the wind |
