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Alone with the SeaOnce there was an old oceanWhere anyone who saw it Grew old with the sea And we were terrified of water And of all the sons and daughters No one dared to see On the banks of the coastline I tracked a bleeding loved one Whose blood was mingling In the saltiest of waters Cause apparently they faltered Never again to be seen So I try, I cry I try, and eyes scry This old warship has wounds and It won't sail for nothin' An old sailor said to me And I was foolish not to listen And paid such close conviction And all the lies I believed "But if you lend me some more labor And you put your name on paper We just might catch a breeze" I know now he was not a Captain Now because of all my actions I grow alone with the sea |