We spotted the ocean at the head of the trail
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Where are we going, so far away
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And somebody told me that this is the place
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Where everything's better, everything's safe
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Walk on the ocean
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Step on the stones
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Flesh becomes water
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Wood becomes bone
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And half and hour later we packed up our things
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We said we'd send letters and all those little things
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And they knew we were lying but they smiled just the same
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It seemed they'd already forgotten we'd came
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Now we're back at the homestead
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Where the air makes you choke
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And people don't know you
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And trust is a joke
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We don't even have pictures
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Just memories to hold
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That grow sweeter each season
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As we slowly grow old
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Walk On The Ocean
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Toad The Wet Sprocket |