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| Tucked away in a cardboard box be | hind the attic d | oor |
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| My chance to find a book of rhymes from a hu | ndred years before |
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| Tales I read came to life like a s | ail in the br | eeze |
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| Lord Byron was my captain, and his p | ages were my s | eas |
| (chorus) |
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| And we'd | sail ac | ross the wa | ter |
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| On the t | rade win | ds of t | ime |
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| And off the co | ast of | Mada | gascar |
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| We'd l | eave our misfortunes be | hind |
| There was something about a princess held captive by her foes |
| There was something in his verses that would not let me go |
| And as stately galliants poised to fight, sails stretching at the seams |
| I'd fall asleep in the light and drift off to dream |
| (repeat chorus) |
| My life is like a cardboard box filled with memories and rhymes |
| I've lost track of the book I had but I can still recall his lines |
| Lookin' back I have to smile as I let my pen run free |
| For I was much too young to fathom the course he'd set for me |
| (repeat chorus 2x) |