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Who will be there when the skies turn grey? |
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- Turisas! You can count on us. |
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Who's gonna push you through heavy days? |
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- Turisas! Rugged and robust. |
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The night was cold, but I kept walking on, |
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I had passed the point of no return |
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Turning back was too late but a thought just kept creeping in; |
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was I walking the wrong way? |
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You think that it's too late, |
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change the course, do not hesitate. |
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Ten more miles and you'll find yourself hoping you had. |
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When your ship has sailed, |
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take the next, and you're on your way. |
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The old dog will learn as many tricks as its false pride permits. |
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Who will be there when the skies turn grey? |
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- Turisas! You can count on us. |
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Who's gonna push you through heavy days? |
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- Turisas! Rugged and robust. |
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When you have run aground, |
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when on the rocks, |
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when water's flooding in, |
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how to turn around your luck? |
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Stop crying in your beer, |
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out with the bails, |
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soon you'll be on course again, |
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with wind in the sails. |
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It was much too late to start at her age, |
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how could she ever compete with the best? |
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There's always someone with a head start on you, |
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but there is no pro league of life. |
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Persistence is noble, said the captain while going down; |
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went down with his ship, that old fool, |
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lacked the courage to turn around - oh yeah. |
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Who will be there when the skies turn grey? |
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- Turisas! You can count on us. |
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Who's gonna push you through heavy days? |
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- Turisas! Rugged and robust. |
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When you have run aground, |
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when on the rocks, |
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when water's flooding in, |
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how to turn around your luck? |
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Stop crying in your beer, |
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out with the bails, |
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when winds are blowing hard; |
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hold on to the rails! |
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Sail against the wind if that's what it takes... |
