Do you know where the cold wind blows?
Which way to the exotic waters flow?
Can you feel this from your head down to your toes?
If you're not ambivalent, can you ever really know?
I can speak but you'll never really see
What it is that I must do to truly be me
I must be what I am so I can be free
Must set my troubles to sail away on the sea
Sometimes you might not understand
About the ones that I might take hand in hand
About the dates with boys playing in the sand
But now I know how my love can be so grand
I hope someday you might see things my way
I feel so true, free and happy just being gay
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