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Let me off of this boat |
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I'm sick of this ride |
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The world is heading ever southward |
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And I can't stay in here |
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And you're lying awake |
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Away on your side |
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The feeling comes in waves and burns us |
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And I don't wanna die |
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From the slippery hands |
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To the line of your throat |
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The fever now consumes us both |
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In a fire now we will go |
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Santa Maria |
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Why did you have to go? |
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Santa Maria |
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One day we will know |
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In a bowing of heads and a passing of hands |
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And all we thought they'd understand |
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Is lost and they won't know |
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And what have we left |
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It's all that we've got |
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There is no " X " to mark our spot |
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What's past is done and gone |
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Santa Maria |
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Why did you have to burn? |
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Santa Maria |
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One day you will learn |
