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Bred as we among the mountains how the sailor understands |
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The divine intoxication of the first league out from land |
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Endless sea |
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I've chosen vast and desolate it may seem |
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But it's the way we all choose to go, the idea not the dream |
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The sun burns me back to consciousness on the deck on which |
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I slept I don't want to get up |
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I don't want to go though no one here's inept |
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They've all gone their separate ways, all separate ways to home |
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That's when we find out where we've gone we travelled out alone |
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Time is a test of trouble on this endless sea of wine |
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And only sailor knows this trouble, to each is theirs, is thine |
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The shanty's a fucking survival test that only the brutish know |
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And if I fall down into my own |
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I won't ask you to go ' |
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Tis only I who knows my travels all upon this endless sea |
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And my ship will never come into port lest 'tis by chaos my anarchy |
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Will be crushed and if |
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I fall then |
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I will let myself down go |
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I will never soon now dock at port though it's hard to get up and go |
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Oh well I mingle and |
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I cluster and |
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I fester down and sore |
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And I lay down where |
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I end up like a wave upon the shore |
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And I scramble to get paid, but at least for what |
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I've done and made |
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I'm not begging work of anyone no cheque it can persuade |