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Out the door
To the woods
Goodbye house
Goodbye neighborhood
Find an old
Familiar path
And a little yellow boat
At last
She aint much
To look at
But she's paid for
Aint she dad

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And oh
I hope
this day don't get no hotter
Said the man
in the fishing hat
to his little daughter
as they
made their way
to open water

Sailing
Sailing on
Has not time come and gone
Has not life gotten harder
And the girl's a mother now
See the crease in her brow
See the way she's like her father
Take the child by the hand
Lead her downto
the sand

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Bridge
Underneath
The big blue sky
Sit and watch
The clouds roll by
See them birds
the way they fly
the way they fly
the way they fly

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