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Set the sails I feel the winds a'stirring |
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Towards the bright horizon set the way |
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Cast your reckless dreams upon our Mayflower |
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Haven from the world and her decay |
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And who could heed the words of Charlie Darwin |
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Fighting for a system built to fail |
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Spooning water from the broken vessels |
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As far as I can see there is no land |
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Oh my God, the water's all around us |
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Oh my God, it's all around |
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Who could heed the words of Charlie Darwin |
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The lords of war just profit from decay |
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And trade the children's promise for the jingle |
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The way we trade our hard earned time for pay |
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Oh my God, the water's cold and shapeless |
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Oh my God, it's all around |
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Oh my God, life is cold and formless |
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Oh my God, it's all around |