This time I'll be sailing, no more bailing boats for me.
I'll be out here on the sea, just my confidence and me.
And I'll be awful sometimes, weakened to my knees.
But, I'll learn to get by, on the little victories.
And I'll be awful sometimes, weakened to my knees.
But I'll learn to get by, on the little victories.
And if the world ever decides, to catch up with me.
It'll still be, the little victories.
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