We're adrift on a sailboat
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My love is the sea
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Yours is the horizon
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Constant and steady
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You set my limbs locked hard afloat
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Lifted my lonesome sails
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The tide is out, the moon is high
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We're sailing
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Darling, your love is healing
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It makes the bitter sweet
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Warms the winter to spring again
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Secures the colds defeat
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We're cutting anchor
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Casting out into the glorious deep
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The tide is out, the moon is high
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We're sailing
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When we've succumb to decrepitude
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Still our love will remain in its youth
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The tide is out, the moon is high
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We're sailing
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We're sailing
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We're sailing
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Sailboats
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Brooke Fraser |