Searching the land below and above
Seems walking the street homeward bound
Over the deathly beautiful waters
On the top of a small, slow vessel


I hear the crumbling of the machine
The sound’s in my ear, and I smell the gasoline
I don’t want neither to smell nor to hear
Nothing to do, I must fight this fear


Popping up there, popping up here
Waves are crashing that seems in despair
It’s splashing over its way like there’s no barrier
I want to puke to make myself feel better


I can see it, the shore is there
It’s so lovely, no other can compare
Green trees and high petite mountains
Whatever it takes, I must see this place I’m lovin'



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