And the moon brings us back
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I'm going back over to the islands
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In-between your smiles
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There's a clue whether to scream or be silent
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The wind blows sad and joyful on our arrival onto the island
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And with your sense of dislocation
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You make the perfect travelling companion
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The world will always seem
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So much younger than me
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When I take the boat out
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A crowded world will always seem
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Emptier to me
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When I take the boat out
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Suspicion fills the staranger
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Who looks beyond the horizon
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All the days that I found love
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And left with only my feelings to survive on
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I walk the solemn line in with the rhythm
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Of the seas around the island
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Threre are times to act, times to stand back
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And time to show what's needed to rely on
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And the world will always seem
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So much younger than me
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When I take the boat out
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A crowded world will always seem
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Emptier to me
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When I take the boat out
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When the sea answers the island
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When I take the boat out
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It's emptier and silent
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When I take the boat out
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How come you always seem so real defined
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You put your hand in my hand make it my design
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And we give what we have, and we do what we can
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Put your hand in my hand
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How come you always seem so real defined
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Put your hand in my hand make it our design
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And we give what we have, and we do what we can
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Put your hand in my hand
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When the sea answers the island
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Take Me Back To The Islans
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| Idlewild |
