Into the Mystic - Take 17

We were born before the wind
 Also younger than the sun
 Ere the bonnie boat was won
 As we sailed into the mystic
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 Hark, now hear the sailors cry
 Smell the sea and feel the sky
 Let your soul and spirit fly
 Into the mystic
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 And when that fog horn blows, I will be coming home
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 And when the fog horn blows, I want to hear it
 I don't have to fear it
 And I want to rock your gypsy soul
 Just like way back in the days of old
 And magnificently we will fold
 Into the mystic
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 When that fog horn blows, you know I will be coming home
 
 And when that fog horn whistle blows, I gotta hear it
 I don't have to fear it
 And I want to rock your gypsy soul
 Just like way back in the days of old
 And together we will fold
 Into the mystic
 Come on, girl
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 Too late to stop now