He fell out of the ocean, a sailor sighting land. Smiles
and sun-tan lotion we laid him on the sand. He
breathed a sigh or two and smiled To see what he had
come into, run into.

We asked him what his name was, he called himself a fool He
said 'I'm the hrst of many and you're the last of few'. He stared
into the sea and showed us Where horizons disappear, the
ships appeared.

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He fell on dangerous ground and woke up in paradise.
We took to the hills, afraid of his deep, blue eyes.
This man on dangerous ground, shaking the devil loose.
Falling down on his knees, shaking his fist at the moon.

He built himself a kingdom, we laughed and clapped our hands He
bought us with his magic, this unfamiliar man. Silver birds have filled
the sky It seems the grass is greener on the other side. Now there's
nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

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