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"Sea of Joy"
Following the shadow of the skies
Or are they only figments of my eyes
Feeling close to when the race is run
Waiting in our boats to set sail
The sea of joy.
Once the door swings open into space
I'm already waiting in disguise,
Or is it just a thorn between my eyes
Waiting in our boats to set sail
The sea of joy
Having trouble coming through
This concrete blocks my view
- And it's all because of you.
Steve Winwood