A Salty Piece Of Land

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I was listening for answers that I could not really hear
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When the words of a wise old Indian put a conch shell to my ear
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And I took off for the ocean I was searching for the coast
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Painting pictures of my visions with the words from Grandma Ghost
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Hiding from the dragons, writing for the sea
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Singing ballads from my childhood, a pirate's life for me
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Survivors seem to function best when peril is at hand
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Where the song of the ocean meets a salty piece of land
I was force fed my religion but I somehow saved my smile
Tapped into my instincts as I headed towards exile
Cleopatra did not own a barge, but a schooner was her home
She had centuries of stories and there's wisdom in her bones
She was on a sacred mission, and she told me of a place
Where a man could hide forever, but never lose his faith
So I saddled up my seahorse with a fly rod in my hand
I was not looking for salvation, just a salty piece of land
Some days Cayo Loco shines like the stars up in the sky
And the seabirds they do touch and gos as the world just tangos by
But there are times when she is hidden, beneath the wild and crashing waves
And the patron saint of lightning keeps the sailors from their graves
Some say it is a blinding sword, pointing out into the sea
While others say her guiding light, leads towards eternity
Still I sit in contemplation and I just don't understand
This mysterious attraction to this salty piece of land
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Still I search the constellations and the tiny grains of sand
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Where the song of the ocean meets this salty piece of land