Tonight I find it hard to sleep,
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each sound and squeak I hear
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keeps me staring at the ceiling.
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Oh, it's dark as night outside
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and I can't stand
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the quiet that it brings me.
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And I've got too much on my mind,
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I think it's time to take a drive
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and leave it all behind.
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I've got a song that's halfway there
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I think it needs the ocean air
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I'm going to grab my guitar
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and get in my car.
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Oh, I need some understanding
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and a little love.
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Going to speed down to the oceanside
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in a race with the stars above.
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With my guitar in hand
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and toes touching the sand
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I can see the sun is coming.
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Colors fill and crack the sky
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with purple, silver, and golden light
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drawing the day from night.
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On the shoreline a fisherman
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with bait on his line and a rod in his hand
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is ready to greet the day.
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He turns around to notice me
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and the two of us are patiently
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waiting for the sun's rays.
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Oh, I just need some understanding
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and a little love.
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And somehow I am thinking now
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I could get what I've been dreaming of.
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But this fisherman is closing in,
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I think he could be crazy
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He says, "Won't you ride with me,
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I could use the company.
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I've got a fish to catch
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and you have got a song to sing."
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His eyes were anchors as the boat would sway,
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"What would you like to say? You have my attention."
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"I see you came out here to write your song,
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but you don't have too long,
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so show me what you're working with.
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I'd like to give you a little something
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and you may think it's nothing on first listen,
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in the time it takes for you to make love,
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you could break love, waste love,
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and throw it all away.
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But all you need is faith
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and hope will bring a brighter day.
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And every time that you love
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let it lift someone else up.
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If somebody tries to burn you,
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give him your hand in turn and pick him up
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when he's all alone.
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Now if you find yourself getting frustrated
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try not to get too jaded
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or you could go 'insane' like me."
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"I tell you man you must be 'crazy'
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am I always lazy when it comes to love?
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With every failure and turning tide
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I toss the boomerang but ah,
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it never comes back to me.
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Have some faith you say
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and hope will find it's way?
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Well, I doubt what you're sure of
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when it seems to me the greatest of these is love...
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but it's so hard to love."
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Well, we were sitting on his boat
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our backs to each other
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he was giving me a little time.
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And all that he said was hurting my head
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wondering how to leave the selfishness behind
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all that I could say is:
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"It's so hard to love...
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the way that you want me to."
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I stepped off the boat and thanked the man
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not sure what I was thankful for.
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When I turned back around to see him again
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he was already gone.
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Walking back from the water to my guitar
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that's when the light came on.
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I knew hat he was talking about,
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I knew how to finish my song.
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Oh I just need some understanding,
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I need a little love.
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And I want to sing my song to somebody
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who doubts what they're made of.
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Oh, we all need some understanding,
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we all need love.
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We all need love.
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The Fisherman Song (We All Need Love)
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Mase |