| We were the sailors in the summer
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| In the winter we climbed the hills
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| We were swimmers for a season
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| Even out to sea you’d see us
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| We left footsteps on the beaches
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| Trails of sand back to the road
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| There’s nothing left there to teach us
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| Only the knowledge of your going
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| Were we folks you recognised
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| When we came into your view?
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| Did you notice who we were
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| Or were we strange shapes in truth?
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| Maybe it was how the light fell
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| Maybe just the time of day
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| Perhaps a storm had just passed over
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| Or perhaps we were never there
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| The land will surely come
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| One day we’re gonna be free
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| One day we’re gonna be free
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| One day we’re gonna be free
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| As the birds
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| We were sailors in the summer
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| In the winter we stayed in
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| No one heard us break the water
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| Or saw our shapes on the horizon
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| We were strangers on the coast
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| Outsiders to the land
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| No one thought to ask us questions
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| No one thought to understand
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| We were prisoners to the city
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| We had nowhere else to go
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| All our dreams like fallen leaves
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| On some unremembered road
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| Sometimes no land would come
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| One day we’re gonna be free
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| One day we’re gonna be free
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| One day we’re gonna be free
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| As the birds
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| We’re high above jail walls and windows
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| We’re high above the waves of worry
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| We’re floating on the wind
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| Cause nothing can begin
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| To make us want to land again
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| One day
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| One day
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| One day we’re gonna be free
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| One day we’re gonna be free
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| One day we’re gonna be free
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| One day we’re gonna be free
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| As the birds |