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Setting Sails
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I’ll breaking up
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Setting the sails
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Attracting wanderlust
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Onto new ways
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Into the big wide world
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I haven’t got a clue
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Where I’ll be tomorrow
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Still onward
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To new horizons
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Got a chest full
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Of souvenirs
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But your ring I wear it all the time
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Chorus
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Thankful and gladly
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I’m shouting on deck
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Your name
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Toward the sun
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With the thought of you
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As we embrace
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Letters from afar
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A sign of life
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How long ago
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That you heard from me
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At home in the small coast town
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You’re counting the days
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I’ll coming home
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So many places I have seen
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I have felt
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With every sense of my own
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So many faces I have seen
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I had known
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In every town
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Chorus
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...
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Music & Words: Olaf Kujat
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