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Now I know what I am doing here
Always seeking views of seas
If I heard a distant call from you
I'd leave immediately
Never thought before about the wind
How it conducts the leaves of trees
If I'd receive one word from you
I'd neglect its grand symphony
Got to go back to the sea
The nights of August tenderly
Make me swim under the moon
Makes no promises of you
But at least that autumn will come soon
And the long slow walks
Along old farmer roads
And the sleeping fields laid bare
I would run over them all
If I saw you wait somewhere
Got to go back to the sea
Got to go back to the sea
A memory of a single rose
I'm still holding by my chest
That one flower that quietly says
I am all love attests
Now I know what I am doing here
Away from every empty noise
Always keeping the view clear
Always listening for your voice
Got to go back to the sea
Got to go back to the sea
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