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Gunships in a storm sinking to the |
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Ocean Floor |
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And with them goes the cause we all were fighting for |
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Fire on the |
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Door as we wash up on the shore |
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The Colours we have worn only left our nation torn |
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I hear it coming through the wallis that another rebels call |
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Lost out in a lovers squall, |
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And there wont be no right or wrong. |
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And we won't sing no victory song. |
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For a ntion that was torn |
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In a lovers civil war------------------------------------ |
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So is this grace's last stand? |
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And will i see your face again, |
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Or can we find no common land? |
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And through the windows that got blown, |
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Comes the thought of the unknown, |
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And was that six years coming past?in the shrapnel of the a blast------------------------------------ |
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Drawing lines in the sand... |
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Has the ship sunk fast?and was that |
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Six years coming past, |
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In the bullet and a blast? |
