a fistfull of feeling tossed into the water
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the boat has a hole we're sinking take it in stride and stand down
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the world comes much harder than one thousand hard hands
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and when it fights fight back with right minds
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yes it is uncertain but i'm surely certain that we all must get along
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and take it in hand and pull yourself up
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this comes much harder than one thousand hard hands
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such in that gut you're in luck
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you've got one thousand people on your side
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take it in stride and when there's nothing left to patch the hole
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we'll swim together and let the boat sink to the bottom of the stream
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with all it's long lost friends
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(abandoned drown in loneliness not strong enough to hold our dreams)
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and if it comes down to just you and i
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standing on the last corner of the last town
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of the last city in the burning world
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you'll still have someone on your side
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life is bigger, so much bigger than all of this.
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The Nautical Mile
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The Broadways |