"Hey Mac, see you down the Dolce Vita!
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"Get back, we don't have time
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'Cos I hear we're sending off the heroes
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When the yera goes, (they're) out of the bay,
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Trying to find a way
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to make it alive"
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"So long," said four men to their families
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"Be strong till we get back home
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And if not, take care of all the children
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Until then just hope and pray
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We're gonna find a way
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to make it alive"
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"You guys are crazy!"
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They shout and then we leave the harbour.
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In doubt, they're acting weird
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And the sea is whipping up a welcome
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If hell come we're all easy prey,
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Trying to find a way
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to make it alive"
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"You guys are crazy!"
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The captain's hand shook for
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the guys to get in place
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He said, "Let's look behind your face".
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With each corner covered, they were all around
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Waiting for the midnight bell to sound.
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"Out of sight," cried Aeron through his glasses
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"Don't fight" said Gorham's smile
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All the while, his hand was on my shoulder
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I was scared of being an easy prey,
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Trying to find a way
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to make it alive"
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(I won't be easy prey trying to find a way to make it alive.)
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Down The Dolce Vita
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| Peter Gabriel |
