Set the sails 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 Mayflower
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Haven from the world and her decay
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And who could heed the words of 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 I can see there is no land
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Oh my god, the water's 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 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 water's 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
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Charlie Darwin
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| The Low Anthem |
