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I was born to a very simple family We would scrape and save to rebuild our name I met a girl who believes in me And I believe in her And it's only on Thursday morning We sail away! Do you hate the feeling of life on the open sea? The wood is rotting underneath Does the salty breeze trigger your memory Of whale bones and coming home? Do you hear it? The sea is calling 'Cause these hands were meant to retrieve the net My breath grows tighter and tighter When I think of you! You better keep your hands off my lady... Do you hate the feeling of life on the open sea? The wood is rotting underneath Does the salty breeze trigger your memory Of whale bones and coming home? Of whale bones and coming home... We will have to burn some time SongtexteFor the holidays We will swim with ocean life And the manta rays We have waited all our lives For these golden days We will have to burn some time For the holidays We will swim with ocean life And the manta rays We have waited all our lives For these golden days Aus Songtexte Mania