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Clear the way Everyone has come to see you now They raised a son They brought him here Shove away Everyone has come to be about We'll pray for wind to bring you home Was there any way Son, this ship has died Still, we're swimming by Closer to the sky Sons of sailors seeking glory While the daughters of seclusion stay behind Still, her picture's in your pocket Was she a good one Enough to keep you swimming through the night Still, we're falling down Still, we fall Son, this ship has died Still, we're swimming by Closer to the night sky From Letras Mania