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Once there was an old ocean |
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Where anyone who saw it |
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Grew old with the sea |
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And we were terrified of water |
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And of all the sons and daughters |
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No one dared to see |
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On the banks of the coastline |
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I tracked a bleeding loved one |
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Whose blood was mingling |
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In the saltiest of waters |
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Cause apparently they faltered |
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Never again to be seen |
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So I try, I cry |
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I try, and eyes scry |
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This old warship has wounds and |
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It won't sail for nothin' |
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An old sailor said to me |
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And I was foolish not to listen |
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And paid such close conscription |
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And all the lies I believed |
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"But if you lend me some more labor |
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And you put your name on paper |
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We just might catch a breeze" |
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I know now he was not a Captain |
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Now because of all my actions |
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I grow alone with the sea |
