Standing alone by the edge of a river
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He's traded his life for a glass full of tears
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The bargain was quick for one's life is less dearer
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When the sand's running out and the ending is near
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The ending is near
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The ending is near
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The ending is...
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The man climbed aboard and set sail for the ocean
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He put on the mast all the canvas she'd take
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Then laid himself down on the deck neath the tiller
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The ship was his coffin this moment his wake
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Runaway reasons
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Runaway seasons
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Time is a treason
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That I give back to you now
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The wind touched the sail and the ship
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Moved the ocean
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The wind from the storm set the course she would take
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From a journey to nowhere towards a soul on the ocean
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From the wake of Magellan to Magellan's wake
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Runaway reasons
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Runaway seasons
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Everything in it
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Hours and minutes
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You take tomorrow
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Because it means nothing
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To me
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To me
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To...
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In the dark he heard a whisper
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Asking him to understand
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In the desert look for water
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On the ocean look for land
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In the dark he heard a whisper
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Asking him to understand
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In the desert look for water
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On the ocean look for land
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And there in the waves
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Was a man in his grave
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That he saw in the night
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'Tween the flashes of light
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And he
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Could not be there
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And all he had prayed
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Or had given away
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He now found to be wrong
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In the grip of the storm
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And he
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Could not be there
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Could you keep our lives together
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Safely back onto the shore
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Could you grant this last illusion
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Only this and nothing more
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Could you keep our lives together
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Safely back onto the shore
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Could you grant this last illusion
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Only this and nothing more
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And all at once the heavens bled their fire
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The anchor broke the chains they flew away
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And suddenly the waves were reaching higher
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And in the dark I thought I heard them say
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Could you keep our lives together
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Safely back onto the shore
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Could you grant this last illusion
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Only this and nothing more
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But what the sailor did not know
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And would never learn
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Was on that beach now far away
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The young child had returned
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And finding the broken hourglass
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He reset it upright
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Then placed sand from the beach inside
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And placed the lid on tight
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Then examining his handiwork
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He left it in the sand
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And then he quickly ran back home
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Thinking god would understand
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Everything I ever had for one more tomorrow
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Everything I ever had for just one more night
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And if this is not to be I pray could I borrow
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Just another final hour onto my life
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Did you ever really want to
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Did you ever really want to
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Lord, tell me how it will be
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Lord, tell me how it will be
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Standing once more by a boat on a river
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He pushes it off while he stays on the land
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And seeing the hourglass now so much clearer
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Which someone had refilled by hand
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And somewhere that boat's now adrift on the
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Ocean
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The mast at full sail and there's no one on board
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The hourglass no longer sits by the ocean
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Only his footprints all alone on the shore
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And soon they're no more
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No more
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No more
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Now our story's nearly over
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And we've reached the final scene
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But we're sure that some have wondered
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What had happened in-between
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From the moment when the boy was saved
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And their boat had reached the shore
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Well, they talked about life and death
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And perhaps a little more
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The boy said he'd been a stowaway
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Aboard the "maersk dubai"
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When the captain had him thrown to the sea
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And left him there to die
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At this the old sailor had stood up
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His face now filled with rage
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And swore that he would never rest
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Until that captain had been caged
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But the boy implored the sailor
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That he not say a word
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Because he was an illegal immigrant
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And as of recently he'd heard
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That going to the authorities
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Could often be unwise
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When one's paper were illegal
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The police just might not sympathize
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So when they reached the harbor
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With their journey at an end
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He left the boy on another ship
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Whose captain was a friend
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And when he saw it pull to sea
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And was once more all alone
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He leaned against the tiller
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And turned |