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Our bow cannot be seen |
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From where we stand on the stern fog has taken everything |
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The men's faces show their concern |
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The cold is worse that we feared |
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I despair the end of my years |
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The more it stings the more I try |
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Keep waking up each time I die a little death I cry |
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A thousand leagues a million miles |
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The secrets buried in the vault beneath the oceans wide |
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This beacon's light has burned for as long as I've known |
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Though tonight the horn must bring us in |
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For the tower ceases to glow dare we raise our anchor |
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Let the tide have its way |
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When waves crash on shores unseen jagged reefs calling our names |
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The more it stings the more I try |
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Keep waking up each time I die a little death I cry |
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A thousand leagues a million miles |
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The secrets buried in the vault beneath the oceans wide |
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This beacon's light has burned for as long as I've known |
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Though tonight the horn must bring us in |
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For the tower ceases to glow dare we raise our anchor |
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Let the tide have its way |
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When waves crash on shores unseen jagged reefs calling our names |
