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Desmond Myers
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Good Morning Portugal
'Good Morning Portugal'
I close my eyes as the morning comes pouring, Through the cracks in the timber of my quarters. Such is the life of a man without borders, Living free to fulfill captains' orders. Yet, he who says the better life is an illusion, Has always left behind something worth losing, And whose golden shores exist beyond dreams, Lives without love and the torture it brings, The torture that stings your saltwater-split-lips And peppers your memories imagining the moment you've missed On High Stakes, High Stakes, and High Seas, Believe what you please main thing is you believe 'Good morning Portugal!' I bellow from the undertow, And from my lonely boat my feelings shift from doubt to hope Cause in the world there's only two types of sailors And I'm the kind who's left something on him waiting.
Good morning Portugal, As I arrive upon your bay I can't arrive at what to say Good morning Portugal, As I arrive upon your bay I can't arrive at what to say Good morning Portugal, Good morning, Good morning Good morning Portugal, I'm arriving, I'm arriving, I'm arriving...
By now I've known the boat long enough to call it home Know my way down every broken slope of cobblestone Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Still every known and then there'll be a time that comes Strangers catch the cracks in my un-native tounge Expectant faces, crowding asking 'Where you from?' I know exactly just can't answer it's like my mind is numb Now you're not a prophet if you prophesize the things that pass But it's the memories of the prodigal that turned him back So please excuse the silent pause when you try to ask It's not a Sailors Duty to think beyond his mast So please excuse this interruption if you want to know It's not a Sailors duty to ever want a home Good morning Portugal I whisper as I walk ashore Another day another place I've never been before Cause in the world there's only two types of stories And here's to me as I control where mine is going
Good morning Portugal, As I arrive upon your bay I can't arrive at what to say Good morning Portugal, As I arrive upon your bay I can't arrive at what to say Good morning Portugal, Good morning, Good morning Good morning Portugal, I'm arriving, I'm arriving, I'm arriving...
I close my eyes as the morning comes pouring, Through the cracks in the timber of my quarters. Such is the life of a man without borders, Living free to fulfill captains' orders.
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