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Mason-Thomas |
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He fell out of the ocean, a sailor sighting land. Smiles |
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and sun-tan lotion we laid him on the sand. He |
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breathed a sigh or two and smiled To see what he had |
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come into, run into. |
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We asked him what his name was, he called himself a fool He |
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said 'I'm the hrst of many and you're the last of few'. He stared |
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into the sea and showed us Where horizons disappear, the |
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ships appeared. |
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(Chorus) |
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He fell on dangerous ground and woke up in paradise. |
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We took to the hills, afraid of his deep, blue eyes. |
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This man on dangerous ground, shaking the devil loose. |
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Falling down on his knees, shaking his fist at the moon. |
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He built himself a kingdom, we laughed and clapped our hands He |
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bought us with his magic, this unfamiliar man. Silver birds have filled |
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the sky It seems the grass is greener on the other side. Now there's |
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nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. |
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(Chorus) |
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He fell on dangerous ground and woke up in paradise. |
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We took to the hills, afraid of his deep, blue eyes. |
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This man on dangerous ground shaking the devil loose. |
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Falling down on his knees, shaking his fiat at the moon. |
