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There is a hot wind blowing |
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it moves across the oceans and into every port. |
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A plague. A black plague. There's danger everywhere |
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And you've been sailing. |
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And you're all alone on an island now tuning in. |
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Did you think this was the way |
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Your world would end? |
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Hombres. Sailors. Comrades. |
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There is no pure land now. No safe place. |
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And we stand here on the pier |
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Watching you drown. |
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Love among the sailors. |
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Love among the sailors. |
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There is a hot wind blowing. |
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Plague drifts across the oceans. |
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And if this is the work of an angry god |
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I want to look into his angry face. |
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There is no pure land now. No safe place. |
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Come with us into the mountains. |
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Hombres. Sailors. Comrades. |
