I do my job and its pleasing to me.
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I'm getting so I can sail upon the roughest sea.
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On the roughest sea I do alright.
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But when my work is over and done
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I get to being a lonely one,
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I need someone to take the wheel at night.
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And someone to navigate 'til light comes,
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But most of all I need a maker of islands,
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Rested in the golden sunlight where the seas are kind
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She could make me islands for my peace of mind,
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If I could only see her.
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Look into her eyes.
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Then I'd lie easy
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I'd lie easy
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I'd lie easy
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In my soul.
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Maker of Islands
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| Mike Heron |
