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Due South I've been sailing this uncharted sea For a blissful term now The land I left long departed Not forgotten That place helped me build Who I am I seem to hear troubled voices In the wind due south The volume I can make doubled If I listen I try to help by giving hope From who I am Maybe this world Has lost it's point Of view on what's inside So I'm at sea To lend a hand Me and my soul guide I can't remember to forget you You're a tan on my solar skin But no I don't think I regret The past I'm introspected into present To who I am It's hard to trust the right people today Whether you're skeptic Or believe to climb the steeple The friendly Unfairly lose out and that's Who I am Maybe this world Has lost it's point Of origin where it resides So I'm at sea To lend a hand Me and my soul guide |
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