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Breaking the waves, a ride on the wild raging sea |
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Playing with fortune, oh, what a lust to be free |
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Flashlights and thunder, the prattering rain on the hull |
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From a stormy horison we get our course |
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The cry of freedom |
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Face in the wind, we're riding the storm |
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We'll stay our course whatever will come |
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Wandering souls in the sea of the damned |
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Death or glory, oh, oh, we're riding the storm |
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Cracks in the planks, the rigging moves upwards and |
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DOWN Staggering masts, the pounding splash of the prow |
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The wind in our sails, our flag flies high on the top |
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From a stormy horison we get our course |
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The cry of freedom |
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Face in the wind, we're riding the storm |
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We'll stay our course whatever will come |
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Wandering souls in the sea of the damned |
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Death or glory, oh, oh, we're riding the storm |
