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In dreams the skies are azure blue |
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The sea's a mirror pond |
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Then you wake to howling wind and rain |
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Upon your roof tiles |
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It won't be long |
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It won't be very long now, |
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Caroline |
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The superstitious sailors of old |
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Refused to learn to swim |
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But there's no need to drown these days |
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'Cause we've got lifeboats |
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Where are the lifeboats? |
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There are no lifeboats |
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There are no ****ing lifeboats |
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There's a freak storm blowing in |
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In from the Arctic |
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There's a freak storm blowing in |
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In from the Poles |
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I'll be the last to leave the bridge |
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The last rat off your ship, England! |
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England! |
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By dawn we are the castaways |
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The turtles on a log |
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We're drifting off the coast of France |
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And listing sideways |
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It won't be long |
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It won't be very long now, Caroline |
