If I had been born two hundred years ago
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I would have been a sailor, and sailing I would go
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I'd sail around the Capes and across the seven seas and then back home
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If I had been born two hundred years ago
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And I would know the waters, and the waters would know me
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I would cut across the waves, and be as happy as can be
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I'd be landless, I'd be loveless, I'd be flight and fancy-free
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I would know the waters, and the waters would know me
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And when I think about the place and time where I was born
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I wonder if the hands of faith had slipped and placed me wrong
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'cause there are ships I could have sailed and sailors boots I could have worn
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When I think about the place and time where I was born
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But the ocean is still out there, magnificent and wide
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She's got open arms to hold me, and endless space to hide
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And the only things that hold me back are things I hold inside
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The ocean is still out there, magnificent and wide
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Sailing I should go
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Sailor's Boots
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| Frank Turner |
