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Dave Bidini & Martin Tielli |
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The moon hung high... in the canopy of sky. |
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Home, Caroline, home. |
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The coastline neared... and the deckhands cheered. |
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Home, Caroline, home. |
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The mast stood tall... like the best of us all. |
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Home, Caroline, home. |
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I thought of the clear light and the places that we hide |
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In a church in Saskatchewan. |
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On the shore appeared men... like a welcoming parade. |
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Banners, flags and arsenal. |
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But they were not what they appeared to be... as their white flags fell. |
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Banners, flags and arsenal. |
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I looked up at the moon... and at the water down below. |
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Home Caroline home. |
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I tried to remember things... that the pastor used to say. |
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In a church in Saskatchewan. |
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Everyone raced onto the deck. |
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I tried to shoot but I just puked. |
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We must wrestle back what we had sown. |
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We must wrestle back what we had left. |
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I could not fire, and I don't know why. |
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'Cause I knew the truth. |
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I felt I got what I deserved. |
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Then I knew the truth. |
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I lay on the deck... as the cannonballs soared by overhead. |
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Home, Caroline, home. |
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The hull gave in... water came rushing in all around. |
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Home, Caroline, home. |
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I thought of the farm... and the work to be done. |
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Home, Caroline, home. |
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I thought of the clean light... and the places that we'd hide |
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In a church in Saskatchewan. |
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Everyone raced onto the deck. |
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I tried to shoot but I just puked. |
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We must wrestle back what we had sown. |
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We must wrestle back what we had left. |
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I could not fire, I was down to the wire |
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'Cause I knew the truth |
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I felt I got what I deserved. |
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'Cause I knew the truth |