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Like ships in a squall we rise and we fall |
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We're plotting our course throught waves |
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Some masts are tall with sails so strong |
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Others are tossed in the gale |
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We try to stay dry with salt in our eyes |
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No moment to rest or complain |
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The moon isn't far a clear sky and stars |
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Red sky at morn on your tail |
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I'm not going to stand on the end of the pier |
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I'm not going to let you go down with the ship |
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Raise up your anchor it's time to set sail |
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And I'm not going to let you go down |
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Like ships we were made to dance o'er our graves |
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One false move and we could be thrown |
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Buried alive before our due time |
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To rest at sixty below |
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So jibe while you can if there's danger ahead |
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Stay on your course if you will |
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I'll throw you a line as waves start to rise |
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Bail as your ship starts to fill |
