"Slat fare, North sea"
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Roll on, roll off
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With these words I drown
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Topmast secured
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Hatches battened down
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Sometimes I think
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It must be different on land
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But from the mast I can only see tyrants
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Still in command
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"Salt fare, North Sea"
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Fish & Chip supper
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Battered, no bones
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Hung, drawn and quoted
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And drifting alone
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One thousand lashes
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For the Age of Reason
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Salt for your wounds
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When the cod? in season
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"Salt fare, North sea"
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We reach the horizon
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And sail over the edge
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Drunk on our memories
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More sober than a judge
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I? wasting time
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That I can? afford -
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I know I? die on the gallows
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Before I? die of being bored
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"Salt fare, North Sea"
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Salt fare North sea
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| Chumbawamba |
