September, 20, 1990: Early in the morning....
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We've been a hundred men and now we are ten
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On this rotten boat
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Ninety dreams we've buried in the sand
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Not one of them comes back again
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And all we needed was a piece of land
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A handful of sand In nowhere-land
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We were young we were brave we were bold
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Our visions come to an end
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One thousond days have made us grow old
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And the wind's still blowing mighty cold
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And all we needed was a piece of land
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A handful of sand In nowhere-land
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All we needed was a piece of land
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A handful of sand In nowhere-land
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All that's left is so small so small
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But the last ones will be
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The first after all
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The Last Ones Will Be The First After All
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| Dan McCaferty |
