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Each man has a soul |
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That struggles to escape |
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And in the shallows of his dreams |
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We can often see its wake |
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For we all have our secrets |
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That we all keep deep inside |
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Away from light, in darkest night |
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Where it's always safe to hide |
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Away from all that we should meet |
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Less someone else should share |
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That thing that hides inside our soul |
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That we pray was never there |
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And out upon that ocean |
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A lifetime from the shore |
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Miguel stood his night watch |
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Recalling everything he saw |
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For he was a deckhand |
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Aboard the "maersk dubai" |
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He had sailed her round the world |
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From hamburg to sendai |
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But this trip had been different |
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More than any he had known |
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For on board there was an evil |
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And the evil had been shown |
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For halfway through this voyage |
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They had found two stowaways |
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That the captain had thrown in the sea |
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And left them to the waves |
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And when he tried to close his eyes |
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And pretend he did not know |
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The evil did not go away |
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But used the time to grow |
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For later on that same trip |
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They found a stowaway once again |
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But the captain soon met this one too |
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And brought him to the same cold end |
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He wondered what that boy thought inside |
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Before that final sleep |
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When water was all that was around |
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And his lungs had screamed breathe deep |
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He wondered what went through his mind |
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As he gasped for air |
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And the last moment when he prayed for help |
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To find nobody there |
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He wondered to himself |
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If he could have been the one |
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To stand up at that moment |
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And say this cannot be done |
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To stand up to the captain |
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And say this thing it cannot be |
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But there is nothing closer to god on earth |
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Than a captain on the sea |
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And he was just a deckhand |
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With no right to plead the case |
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Of this stranger in their midst |
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And so he kept his place |
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And what is done is done |
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And undone cannot be |
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And so he pushed it from his mind |
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And stared out across the sea |
