by Steve Winwood
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Following the shadows of the skies,
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Or are they only figments of my eyes?
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And I'm feeling close to when the race is run.
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Waiting in our boats to set sail.
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Sea of joy.
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Once the door swings open into space,
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And I'm already waiting in disguise.
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Is it just a thorn between my eyes?
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Waiting in our boats to set sail.
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Sea of joy.
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Having trouble coming through,
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Through this concrete blocks my view
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And it's all because of you.
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Oh, is it just a thorn between my eyes?
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Waiting in our boats to set sail.
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Sea of joy.
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Sea of joy.
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Sea of joy.
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Sailing free.
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Sea of joy.
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SEA OF JOY
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Eric Clapton |