An ocean of streets surround my island
And the waves of people wash against my door
And the tides of days and nights they go so slowly
And this bothers me for I know there's so much more.
 [bad word] Some have islands in the sky
Some have islands in the sea
But my island's always here
And my dream is to be free.
Sail away, boys, sail away;
Sail away, boys, sail away.

How often I have thought and tried to leave here
Take my girl and beat my feet
And take the good ship chance and take my voyage
And sail all the way across the street.
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Sometimes I think and find that conscience is
The most important thing to a man:
To know you've stayed and tried and died to live
On a crowded beach of artifical sand.
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