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Monsoonal Runoff
03:01
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Looks like rain’s a warning,
Drifting down the coastal line.
The ship was cheered and the harbour cleared,
Sailing with the spirit inside.
And I’m sure I heard a Spaniard preaching,
Something from the page of rhyme,
But the meaning got lost in a six foot froth,
Captivated starboard side.
It feels like I’m dreaming,
Dreaming that I’m diving,
Diving for sunken treasure.
Like a hurricane, we had wandered.
Like a zig-zag over the sea,
Until we hit the tropics and my thoughts turned to focus on something under the reef
And the captain thought I was dreaming,
The captain had a dream in his eye.
There were feasts of gold in our wooden household
The night we made the precious dive!
It feels like I’m dreaming,
Dreaming that I’m diving,
Diving for sunken treasure.
It feels like I’m dreaming!
It feels like I’m dreaming!
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People want people who want people,
It's never too late.
Losing hair isn't fair, best dressing people,
Keep meaning light.
Take a sip, keep it lit, all fair and equal
Let's get things straight.
You've been trying to keep it together,
Light as a feather,
Endure all weather,
But that's not enough.
People want people who want people,
It's never too late.
Losing hair isn't fair, best dressing people,
Keep meaning light.
Take a sip, keep it lit, all fair and equal
To get things straight.
Take respite in the simplest of pleasures,
Diving for treasure,
Keep fit with leisure,
It's just enough.
People want people who,
Losing hair isn't fair,
People want people who,
It's never too late,
To get things straight.
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