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We ain't seen land for 13 months |
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The water's run dry |
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The Captains drunk, stoned in his bunk |
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I seen the bosun gettin' high |
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My mouth's so dry from the rum that came |
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From a bottle now long gone |
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St Christopher if you hear this now |
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Give us hope to carry on |
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The albatross flew across the bow |
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Below deck the captain roared |
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Bring me my gun |
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I want the Opium |
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Stoned he shot the bird |
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When the wind died down the only sound |
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Was the whisper of his dying words |
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"Beware don't stare at the Marie Celeste |
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This quest of ours is cursed" |
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The full moon light burned bright as fire |
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As fever gripped the crew |
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To the east Ahab's screams |
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Split the winding sheets in two |
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To the west six silhouettes |
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Hung sailors now long gone |
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We prayed that night that in the morning light |
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We'd all get blown to kingdom come |
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[Rue the day you looked upon the sad, sick face of me. Rue the day. Sail on!] |
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Just as we started sinking |
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The harbour lights came on |
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Arms of angels carried us |
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From the rocks that we broke upon |
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We swam into still waters |
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The band began to play |
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I heard again that sweet refrain |
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Lord oh happy day |
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Its gonna be alright |
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(I hope it's gonna be alright) |