That 3rd day on the Transatlantic cruise, I thought I'd never do this again. The waves settled down and I was okay once more.
Love the sea, love the sea and it’s ebbing and flowing whoa… when you have to peek over each piqued wave wind is blowing Love the sea, love the sea See that she loves me back I pop a pill, in fact I can’t eat, my tummy’s knotting Love the sea, love the sea rolling and frolicking but I’m finding I can’t watch the up and down crashing even though I’m occupied and now I’m growing very sleepy off and dreaming of placid seas Love the sea, love the sea See that she loves me back
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