Bred as we among the mountains how the sailor understands
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The divine intoxication of the first league out from land
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Endless sea I've chosen vast and desolate it may seem
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But it's the way we all choose to go, the idea not the dream
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The sun burns me back to consciousness on the deck on which I slept
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I don't want to get up I don't want to go though no one here's inept
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They've all gone their separate ways, all separate ways to home
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That's when we find out where we've gone we travelled out alone
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Time is a test of trouble on this endless sea of wine
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And only sailor knows this trouble, to each is theirs, is thine
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The shanty's a fucking survival test that only the brutish know
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And if I fall down into my own I won't ask you to go
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'Tis only I who knows my travels all upon this endless sea
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And my ship will never come into port lest 'tis by chaos my anarchy
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Will be crushed and if I fall then I will let myself down go
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I will never soon now dock at port though it's hard to get up and go
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Oh well I mingle and I cluster and I fester down and sore
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And I lay down where I end up like a wave upon the shore
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And I scramble to get paid, but at least for what I've done and made
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I'm not begging work of anyone no cheque it can persuade
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The First League Out From Land
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| The Tossers |
