cast me away on the seacoast of bohemia

that i might chart this ocean of clouds within my breast

i have but one more box of lucifers

let us read this phosphorous tarot's last address 

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CHORUS

farewell to fairweather

i'll leave it all behind

let the swells match the pitching of my mind

farewell to fairweather

into the wind we tack

my blood is a beggar that brings me back

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our patterns shape us into what will sustain them

our ship was wreck before she ever put to sea

i guess i should have swallowed the anchor

met you beneath the palaver tree 

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CHORUS

farewell to fairweather

we'll head into the storm

as the line comes untethered from the moor 

farewell to fairweather

we've been sheltered for too long

but its easy to feel clever when becalmed