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Blind are the many |
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proud are the few |
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you can see the bombs bursting |
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feel the heat |
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but what can you do |
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It's a treacherous world |
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and it's tried and it's true |
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that these treacherous tides |
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will carry us back to the blue |
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Pick up the pieces |
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we'll start from scratch |
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this ship of fools will need a mast |
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Light up your lanterns |
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lick the salt from your wounds |
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and we'll sail 'til dawn my friends |
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by the light |
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of the moon |
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So many kings |
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with their thrones up on high |
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a stones throw from the masses |
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who continue to cry |
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it's a treacherous world |
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and it's tried and it's true |
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that these treacherous times |
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will carry us back to the blue |
|
Pick up the pieces |
|
we'll start from scratch |
|
this ship of fools will need a mast |
|
Light up your lanterns |
|
lick the salt from your wounds |
|
and we'll sail 'til dawn my friends |
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by the light |
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of the moon |
