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Mike Oldfield – Sailing

Sailing
Let me out, I can’t breathe
Gotta get out of this concrete hole
I’m wrecked and I’m decked
I’ve gotta break free before I lose control
Cast the lines away
From the dock at the harbour bay
All those cares and worries and woes
You can save them for another day

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Because we’re sailing, sailing
Yes we’re sailing, sailing

Give me space, I’m on fire
Banging my head against a hard brick wall
And I’m gone, so long
You can leave a message but I’ll never call
Cast the lines away
From the dock at the harbour bay
It’s a fine bright day
And the wind is blowing away
Let’s go sailing, sailing
Yes we’re sailing, sailing

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