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These are the roughest seas you're ever gonna sail |
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Our hearts and our sails are ripped, our mast is cracked and frail |
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Nothing matters at all. |
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Nothing matters. Ahead we go. |
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Our ship is going through, we're heading for the gale |
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And we'll break our arms to swim if our vessels fail |
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Nothing matters at all. |
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Nothing matters. Ahead we go. |
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By damned and wicked winds, you seekers of betrail |
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Our backs and our beams shall break beneath your cold asail |
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But we're sailors through and through, although our hope is pale |
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Sailing is what we do, and onwards we shall sail! |
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Nothing matters at all. |
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Nothing matters. Ahead we go. |