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Six long months at sea,now a warmer current bringsechoed fragments of a song I think we wrote.With a worn thin book of mapsand our faith so full of holesit's a miracle we even stayed afloat. We could taste the salt through our fingertipsand knew the time had come,so we said goodbye to the lives we'd livedand pulled our anchor up.Now we scrape the barnacles from our heartsand we row the boat to shore, hallelujah.You can feel the end even as we start.We row the boat to shore, hallelujah.Just on letting go all the things I used to own.Now I guess the tides are changing once again.I got so god damned good at navigating on my own,but I guess it's time to bring the old boat in.Well, I've worked so hard to get my sea legs,and I've earned these calloused hands.But I drank this ocean down to the dregs;and I'm thirsty for dry land.Now I scrape these barnacles from my heartSongtexteand I row the boat to shore, hallelujah.I heard sirens sing themselves apart,so I row the boat to shore.I row the boat to shore, hallelu-hallelujahhallelu-hallelujahRow the boat to shore hallelujahRow the boat to shore hallelujahRow the boat to shore hallelujahRow the boat to shore hallelujahRow the boat to shore hallelujahRow the boat to shore hallelujahRow the boat to shore hallelujahRow the boat to shore hallelujah(We row, we row, we row)Row the boat to shore hallelujah(We row, we row, we row)Row the boat to shore hallelujahRow the boat to shore hallelujahRow the boat to shore hallelujah Aus Songtexte Mania