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Salt fare, North Sea |
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Salt fare, North Sea |
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Salt fare, North Sea |
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Salt fare, North Sea |
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Roll on, roll off |
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With these words I drown |
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Topmast secured |
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Hatches battened down |
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Sometimes I think |
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It must be different on land |
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But from the mast I can only see tyrants |
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Still in command |
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Fish and chip supper |
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Battered, no bones |
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Hung, drawn and quoted |
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And drifting alone |
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One thousand lashes |
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For the age of reason |
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Salt for your wounds |
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When the cod's in season |
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Salt fare, North Sea |
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Salt fare, North Sea |
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Salt fare, North Sea |
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Salt fare, North Sea |
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We reach the horizon |
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And sail over the edge |
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Drunk on our memories |
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More sober than a judge |
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I'm wasting time |
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That I can't afford |
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I know I'd die on the gallows |
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Before I'd die of being bored |
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Drifting along, drifting along |
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Drifting along, drifting along |
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Salt fare, North Sea |
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Salt fare, North Sea |
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Salt fare, North Sea |
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Salt fare, North Sea |
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Salt fare, North Sea |
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Salt fare, North Sea |
