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Текст песни The Current

You're sailing far away.

Where do you have to go?

You're finding that its worth

Every mile you have to row

To see whatever you are looking for.

I'd like to regulate

Every wave that you create.

If you throw me overboard

I will travel in your wake

To see whatever you are looking for.

Storms will arise and blow me away.

But, you're lovely eyes are like beacons anyway.

So, I'll sit here in the sand

Waiting for your little hands

To find my sallow face,

When you finally understand

And see whatever you are looking for.

You'll see whatever you are looking for.