The day we left for January
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The maelstroms lashed outside/our side [0:45]
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Tore us away from the glass world obeyed/of faith [0:50]
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Where the impulse engines died
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We scrambled up the crow's nest
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Could not believe our luck
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Our terrified cries vibrated through the sky
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Lightning and thunder struck
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Down and down and down
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Drowning in yourself
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Down and down and down
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The sargeant was a drunkard
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The wing commander bent
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We crashed one night on the other side
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Just past the Duke of Kent
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Passengers were a lethal lot
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Hanging the loud in the nets
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They dreamed and screamed as we picked up steam
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In the mouth of the rivulet
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The mutineers were scabby darks [2:50]
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Howling for our blood
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Behind her whip [2:56] up and down the ship
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We hurled into the flood
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The enemy ??? [3:05]
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Lays here like a saw
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We shudder in her wake like a damaged snake
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We didn't get too far
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The sea was a vast mosaic
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Fallen to disrepair
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The sky was aglow like the chaos below
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As the first shots filled the air
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The charge swept off our captain's leg
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So they put him in a barrel of graphite
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Commanding from the fray as his blood ran away
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His soul fled to the light
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Untitled Too
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Steve Kilbey |