I heard a story about a boy, who was swept off the deck
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the sweeping tide swept the sea over his neck
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but it did not end there, the boy began to swim
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and dared to the sea that dared to invade him
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did you ever want to know me
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did you ever feel like I could
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it's a silent steeple that carries us down
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it's a silent steeple
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but the sea wouldn't so much as reply
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so the boy swore to the ships that were fated to die
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red sky at night, sailors take delight
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red sky in the morning, sailors take warning
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sail on, take it back, sail on, take it back, sail on, take it back
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we were going with the wind in our hair
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and we didn't want to look back 'cause if we did We would not care
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and if we all were to die now
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well it wouldn't be that bad
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'cause the boy in the waves said he'd give us everything, everything he had
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to go on and trace that scar, like we did ten years before
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[Chorus]
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sail on, take it back, sail on, take it back, sail on, take it back
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sail on, take it back, sail on, take it back, sail on, take it back
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Steeples
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