We were live on arrival, safe home at last. Not cannon fire dockside, no flags half-mast.
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We were sold out for silver and a string of black pearls
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on the loneliest island at the edge of the world.
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Like destiny's children, souls lost at sea. No room on the lifeboat, you can hold on to me.
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Hold on to me, hold on to me.
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Now the voyage is over, we're back on dry land.
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In our eyes are the stories, the rope and the brand.
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Like destiny's children, souls lost at sea. No room on the lifeboat, you can hold on to me.
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Hold on to me, hold on to me. Hold on to me, hold on to me, hold on to me.
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We were live on arrival, safe home at last. Not cannon fire dockside, no flags half-mast.
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We were sold out for silver and a string of black pearls
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on the loneliest island at the edge of the world.
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Hold on to me, hold on to me. Hold on to me, hold on to me, hold on to me.
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Hold On To Me
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| John Denver |
