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We sail in a ship and the timbers are weak |
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Through the storm clouds the rainbows the rainbows we seek |
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We sail for horizons that one day will end |
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To sleep with the fishes on that we depend |
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The wind when it howls we shiver with fear |
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In our bowels we do know we'll face no new year |
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We sail for horizons that one day will end |
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To sleep with the fishes on that we depend |
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The sea rips us open like a vice cracks a nut |
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Like a bum is cut down by a left upper cut |
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We sail for horizons that one day will end |
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To sleep with the fishes on that we depend |