We were born before the wind
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And we're so much younger than the sun
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Ere the bonnie boat was won
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As we sailed into the mystic
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Hark, now hear the sailors cry
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Feel the sea and touch the sky
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And let your soul and your spirit fly
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As we sailed into the mystic
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And when that fog horn blows
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You know I will be coming home
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And when that fog horn whistle blows
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I want to hear it
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I don't have to fear it
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I want to rock your gypsy soul
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Just like way back in those days of old
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Then together we will fall
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As we sail into the mystic
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Cause we were born before the wind
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And we're so much younger than the sun
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Ere the bonnie boat was won
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As we sailed into the mystic
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Hark, now hear the sailors cry
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Feel the sea and touch the sky
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And let your soul and your spirit fly
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As we sailed into the mystic
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And when that fog horn blows
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You know I will be coming home
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And when that fog horn whistle blows
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I want to hear it
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I don't have to fear it
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I want to rock your gypsy soul
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Just like way back in those days of old
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And magnificently we will fall
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As we sail into the mystic
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Into The Mystic
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The Swell Season |