Into the Mystic - Takes 12-13

Rolling on 12
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 One more, uh, Van there's a funny sound
 13, uh, one, three, if you're superstitous
 (One, two, three, four)
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 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 foghorn blows
 You know I'll be coming home, darling
 When that foghorn whistle blows
 I wanna hear it
 I don't have to fear it
 And I wanna rock your gypsy soul
 Just like way back in the days of old
 And together we will fold
 Into the mystic, yeah
 (Lay it on me)
 When that foghorn blows
 I will be coming home, girl
 Yeah
 When that foghorn whistle blows
 I wanna hear it
 I don't have to fear it
 I wanna rock your gypsy soul
 Just like way back in the days of old
 And together we will fold
 Into the mystic
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 Let's
 Let's do another one