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He was named Nineteenhundred 'TD' |
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In the ship's belly lies his cradle |
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Had no birthday and no land for home |
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The ocean has no bounds Virginian sounds |
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And he faced the world from inside |
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The ballroom of splendid skies |
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And on the grand piano |
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His hands light as butterflies |
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He played for the rich and for the poor |
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Thrilling the hearts of all |
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The world could have been beneath his feet |
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Searching the call, the voice of the sea |
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Old chandelier tells a story |
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Old piano still echoes in here |
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Old ship lies rusted in the port |
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And the best years fade away |
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The splendor has gone |
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Not what he saw could hold him back |
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It was what he didn't see |
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There was no end in this town, keys so eternally |
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But this was God's piano |
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He heard on the gangway there |
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He couldn't leave forever |
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The sea to somewhere |
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Bow and stern all the wishes between |
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(Wishes to yearn) |
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The world outside is a dream |
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(A lone dream, long time gone) |
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And when the whole world's leaving |
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The music will always stay |
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And if a story's worth to tell |
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The end will be far away |
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The final notes lie mute upon the sand |
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When land is a ship too big |
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A woman out of reach |
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A journey too far, a whiff too strong |
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He didn't exist for anyone |
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Bow and stern all the wishes between |
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(Wishes to yearn) |
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The world outside is a dream |
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(A lone dream, long time gone) |
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And when the whole world's leaving |
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The music will always stay |
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And if a story's worth to tell |
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The end will be far away |
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The final notes lie mute upon the sand |
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And in this lonesome end |
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Final notes lie mute upon sand |
