Sunrise over troubled waters
Over troubled fathers of the sons
Of sun and sand.
Steady now, you’re the loosest cannon
Not yet a man, but we’re not children, we’re not kids anymore.
And we ride, we ride, we ride
Down these living seas
Over troubled fathers of the sons
Of sun and sand.
Steady now, you’re the loosest cannon
Not yet a man, but we’re not children, we’re not kids anymore.
And we ride, we ride, we ride
Down these living seas
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