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Daybreak and they'll be waiting |
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Nervous out in the cold |
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Searching the blue horizon |
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Praying they'll soon be home |
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Sweethearts, parents and lovers |
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Hear them say |
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The tall ships are coming in |
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They ride like a ghost on the tide |
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They come way down from Rio |
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The tall ships are coming in |
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Fifty-nine days without land |
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Six thousand miles, way down from Rio |
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And they travelled by the stars |
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Guided on the way by the southern cross |
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Under Sugar Loaf Mountain |
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Down in Boto Fargo Bay |
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Christ on Corco Vado |
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All seems so far away |
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Close by, all point skyward |
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Five fingers of god |
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The tall ships are coming in |
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They ride like a ghost on the tide |
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They come way down from Rio |
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The tall ships are coming in |
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Fifty-nine days without land |
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Six thousand miles, way down from Rio |
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And they travelled by the stars |
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Guided on the way by the southern cross |
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Sweethearts, parents and lovers |
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Hear them say |
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The tall ships are coming in |
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They ride like a ghost on the tide |
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They come way down from Rio |
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The tall ships are coming in |
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Fifty-nine days without land |
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Six thousand miles, way down from Rio |
|
And they travelled by the stars |
|
Guided on the way by the southern cross |
|
The tall ships are coming in |
|
They ride like a ghost on the tide |
|
They come way down from Rio |
|
The tall ships are coming in |
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Fifty-nine days without land |
|
Six thousand miles, way down from Rio |
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And they travelled by the stars |
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Guided on the way by the southern cross |
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Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on |
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The tall ships are coming in |
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They ride like a ghost on the tide |
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They come way down from Rio |
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The tall ships are coming in |
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Fifty-nine days without land |
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Six thousand miles, way down from Rio |
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And they travelled by the stars |
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Guided on the way by the southern cross |