Waiting for the sea to their call
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I'm holding on to as these tides turn to unfold
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And falling as I set my sails up to the north
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Follow through waving born into the blue
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It's calling me down winds passing over head
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And all of our spam box in the sea for the day
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Stranded soul for baring the cold
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We're on an island looking out over the fold
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We steal a darkness casting storms up in the skies
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The rain will come beating down we close our eyes
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To fell the sound back on far chords are upon
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Salvation calls far beyond this land on the coast
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The day before (x3)
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In the snow angels lying low
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And at last we're on bluffing and
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Rich or poor won't get in the door
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Like the lights are really what I imagined, tell me
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From the crib and mother's rib
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I will bring return them to the journey
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I reside on the day I die
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I will leave the life that you remember
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In the snow angels lying low
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And at last we're on bluffing and
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Rich or poor won't get in the door
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Like the lights are really what I imagined, tell me
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From the crib and mother's rib
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I will bring return them to the journey
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I reside on the day I die
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I will leave the life that you remember
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The Island of the Day Before
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| The Wilderness of Manitoba |
