[Music: S. Lill / Lyrics: A. Kuntz]
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On the way you start to go
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where the morning meets the light
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all the reasons washed ashore
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to foreign lands
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where you want to go
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where you want to rise
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innovation see the coexistent world
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now you are sailing
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to the edge yonder the waves
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to the place he'd left behind
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and you're speaking
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to the voices of the sea
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why he had to leave
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still you have to stay
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what do you know
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where do we go
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we are born to stay
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here far off grace
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and a crayfish is the lord
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of the characters I meet
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in the deep and healing oceans
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so divine
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all the essences I face
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they were singing me the song
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about the meaning
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and the reasons that he's gone
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full of wisdom are the images they told
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and salvation saves the soul
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everyday we are searching
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for this foreign place
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where I have to go
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and where you want to stay
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what do you know
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where do we go
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we are born to stay
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here far off grace
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waiting for the dawn
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morning meets the light
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whas me to the shore
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into a land I left behind
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sailing to the edge
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leaving with the tide
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searching for a place
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where you will never be left alone
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hear the serenade
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makes you understand
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why you had to stay and I fade away
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Far Off Grace
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| Vanden Plas |
