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Set the sails |
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I feel the winds a'stirring |
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Toward the bright horizon set the way |
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Cast your wreckless dreams upon our |
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MayflowerHaven from the world and her decay |
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And who could heed the words of |
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Charlie Darwin |
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Fighting for a system built to fail |
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Spooning water from their broken vessels |
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As far as |
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I can see there is no land |
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Oh my god, the waters all around us |
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Oh my god, it's all around |
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And who could heed the words of |
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Charlie Darwin |
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The lords of war just profit from decay |
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And trade their children's promise for the jingle |
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The way we trade our hard earned time for pay |
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Oh my god, the waters cold and shapeless |
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Oh my god, it's all around |
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Oh my god, life is cold and formless |
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Oh my god, it's all around |
