| He’s seen too much of life
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| And there’s no going back
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| The loneliness calls him
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| And the edge which must be sharpened
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| He’s losing it. |
| And he knows.
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| But there’s a fighter in his mind and his body’s tough
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| The years have been unkind but kind enough
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| The smell of the earth
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| It’s his favourite smell
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| But he’s somehow compelled to the stinging salt hell
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| To the place where he hurts and he’s scared
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| And there’s no one to tell
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| And no one who doesn’t listen
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| «You can take all the boys and the girls in the world
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| And I’ll trade them this morning for my sweet Ocean Cloud
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| I’ve seen too much of life
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| So the sea is my wife and a sweet Ocean Cloud is a mistress I’m allowed
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| for now.»
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| «You can take all the boys and the girls in the world
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| I wouldn’t trade them this morning for my sweet Ocean Cloud
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| I’ve seen too much of life
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| So the sea is my wife and a sweet ocean cloud is a mistress I’m allowed
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| for now.»
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| «Only me and the sea
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| We will do as we please.»
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| He remembers the day he was marched to the front
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| By the physical knuckle head teacher of games
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| «Look lads"he declared, «This boy’s a cream puff
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| No guts and no muscles
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| No spine and no stuffing»
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| The whole schoolroom sniggered
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| And silently thanked God it wasn’t them.
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| But time is revenge. |
| All the bullies grow weak
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| And must live with faithless women who despise them
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| I’ll be in Barbados in a couple of weeks
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| With a rum on the table and yarns by the yard
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| A story to tell and a story to save
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| .unless she changes her mind
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| I’ll trade them this morning for my sweet Ocean Cloud
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| I’ve seen to much of life so the sea is my wife
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| And the sweet ocean clouds will look down on my boat tonight
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| The wind changed
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| I felt it run beneath my ear
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| Like silk drawn across my neck
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| A dream of your legs
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| Defying gravity in love
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| The medium wave
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| Brought signals here from far away
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| Your tender voice riding on the sea spray
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| Something in the air
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| For those who know the signs
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| Something in the air
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| A storm.
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| When I was alive
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| When I was alive
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| Don’t wanna remember
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| When I was alive
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| Watch me watch me Paint this picture
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| Stretchin Hurtin Cursin
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| Watch me Takin it Takin it Takin it Takin it…
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| Watch me. |
| Watch me. |
| God above.
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| Between two planets
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| In between the points of light
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| Between two distant shorelines
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| Here am I Between two planets
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| In the black daylight of space
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| Between two heavenly bodies
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| The invisible man.
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| Ripping out the radio
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| I want to be alone
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| «You can take all the boys and the girls in the world
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| I wouldn’t trade them this morning for my sweet Ocean Cloud
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| I’ve seen too much of life
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| So the sea is my wife and a sweet Ocean Cloud is a mistress I’m allowed
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| I’ve seen too much of life
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| So the sea is my wife
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| And the sweet ocean clouds will look down on my bones tonight. |