Lately you've been tamed,
Dying with the everglades.
Way too guarded and restricted.
Now I've become a man,
Who never thought he'd be,
Much more than a kid.
Right your ship to the north
Cos we're headed to the eastern shore.
Yeah, spring is on the horizon.
And ageless you will grow,
High above the ocean floor.
Time is null over the water.
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