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A time is there upon us, and now we must away, (away, dear Molly), |
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For a cup is lying empty, a ship lies in a bay, (away, dear Molly), |
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Now the light, is gone from the sky, a single white tear, it falls from your eye, And when the morning light comes, will be the last time, that I see the sun |
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So runaway, Antarctica, (woe, oh, oh, oh), |
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So runaway, Antarctica |
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Our Lord has many creatures, the crayton and the small, (away, dear Molly), |
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I'd love to press a spike, into the greatest of them all, (away, dear Molly), |
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When the wind, some viper of gwen, and sailors could spend six months in the night, |
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Where the ice is fast closing in, and all that is warm, is a bottle of gin... |
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So runaway, Antarctica, (woe, oh, oh, oh), |
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So runaway, Antarctica |
