Lost my kids, I lost my wife,
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Now I’m leaving on a tide.
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Nothing on the dry land was ever worth the price.
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But my love, my love, my love.
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My love, my love, my love.
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From the ruins of my home
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Built a ship from skin and bone
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Nothing in the old world will ever keep me warm.
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Like my love, my love, my love.
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My love, my love, my love.
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In the storm I lost a must,
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My little ship became a rust,
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Carried on the high wind I heard a voice
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Of my love, my love, my love.
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My love, my love, my love.
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Hold on to me, hold on to me,
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Hold on to me, hold on to me.
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My love, my love, my love.
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My body washed up on the sand,
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Covered by a stranger’s hand
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And cold, and broke, and opened,
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I was free to fly.
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To my love, my love, my love.
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My love, my love, my love.
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My love, my love, my love.
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My love, my love, my love.
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My love, my love, my love.
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Nothing On The Dry Land
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| Tom McRae |
