(Konte, Pimera)
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Seventy-three men sailed up, from the San Francisco Bay,
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Rolled off of their ship and here's what they had to say.
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"We're calling everyone to ride along, to another shore.
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Where we can laugh our lives away and be free once more."
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But no one heard them calling, no one came at all,
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'Cause they were too busy watching those old raindrops fall.
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As a storm was blowing, out on the peaceful sea,
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Seventy-three men sailing off to history.
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Ride, captain ride, upon your mystery ship,
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Be amazed, at the friends, you have here on your trip.
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Ride, captain ride, upon your mystery ship,
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On your way, to a world, that others might have missed.
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Seventy-three men sailed up, from the San Francisco Bay,
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Got off the ship and here's what they had to say.
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"We're calling everyone to ride along, to another shore,
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We can laugh our lives away and be free once more."
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Ride, captain ride, upon your mystery ship,
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Be amazed, at the friends, you have here on your trip.
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Ride, captain ride, upon your mystery ship,
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On your way, to a world, that others might have missed.
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Ride, captain ride, upon your mystery ship,
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Be amazed, at the friends, you have here on your trip.
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Ride Captain Ride
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Blood, Sweat & Tears |