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I was born to a very simple family
We would scrape and save to rebuild our name
I met a girl who believes in me
And I believe in her
And it's only on Thursday morning
We sail away!
Do you hate the feeling of life on the open sea?
The wood is rotting underneath
Does the salty breeze trigger your memory
Of whale bones and coming home?
Do you hear it? The sea is calling
'Cause these hands were meant to retrieve the net
My breath grows tighter and tighter
When I think of you!
You better keep your hands off my lady...
Do you hate the feeling of life on the open sea?
The wood is rotting underneath
Does the salty breeze trigger your memory
Of whale bones and coming home?
Of whale bones and coming home...
We will have to burn some time
For the holidays
We will swim with ocean life
And the manta rays
We have waited all our lives
For these golden days
We will have to burn some time
For the holidays
We will swim with ocean life
And the manta rays
We have waited all our lives
For these golden days