When I stand an look about the port
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And contemplate my life
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Will I ever see my countrymen again
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As the captain calls us on the deck
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I tak my things and walk to the harbourside
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I glance back one last time
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Fleeting our nation's problems
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We leave behind
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Ships by tenfold sail
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Out on the tide
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We are pleased to be out and
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Free from our troubles
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And more free from thee
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Inheritors unfulfilled reason behind us
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We flee from what is, not what will be
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We flee the earth and face our harsh reality
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Will death be low mist that hangs on the sea
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We run from evil toungues
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Rash judgements, selfish men
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Never to be seen on these shores again
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As we sail into oceansize
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And lose sight of land
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A face of contentment
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Around in the air
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We're off now to
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Seek all our fortunes
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To the land of our dreams
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Riding the waves and the storm is upon us
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The wind lash the sails but the ropes keep them tight
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Off in the distance a dark cloud approaching
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None could imagine what there was to come
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No, there's noone going back
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No, there's not a second chance
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As we strap onto side
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We pray to God that we won't die
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As we ride the rough seas
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As we soak from the ocean waves
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I just hope for all our lives
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And pray that I survive
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Four ships are lost in the stormy conditions
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The spirit of the sunken crews, their phantoms follow us
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Spirits sail, they drive us on
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Through the all consuming waves
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Cold mortality, no weapon
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Against these ever raging seas
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Four leagues and ten and we hit storms again
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We just can't get away from the eye of the storm
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The birds outsoar the raging storm
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But we cannot escape it
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Abandoned earth that we now crave
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Is many leagues frome safe
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Holding on for our dear lives
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And we're praying once again
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Rotten luck or just jonahed
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The talisman is in my hand
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Limbs fatigued trembling with cold
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Blinded from the sea spray salt
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Casping anything we can hold
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Heaven's rain upon us falls
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Twenty days without a meal
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And ten without fresh water still
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Those that didn't die in the storm
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The scurvy rest did slaughter
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Westward the tide
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Westward we sail on
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Westward the tide
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Sail by the talisman
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We approach the other side
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Of the ocean with the tide
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In our favour just for once
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Welcome greeting our new land
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The elation in our hearts
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The excitement in our veins
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As we sail towards the coastline
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Of our golden promised land
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Weary limbs, fatigued away
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I have no life left in me
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No more strength and nothing left to give
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Must find the will to live
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Never thought that we could make it
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Truly sight of shores divine
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The sickness I am dying from
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Never wanted it to end this way
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Westward the tide
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Westward we sail on
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Westward the tide
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Sail by the talisman
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Tweet
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The Talisman
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| Iron Maiden |
