These are the roughest seas you're ever gonna sail
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Our hearts and our sails are ripped, our mast is cracked and frail
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Nothing matters at all.
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Nothing matters. Ahead we go.
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Our ship is going through, we're heading for the gale
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And we'll break our arms to swim if our vessels fail
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Nothing matters at all.
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Nothing matters. Ahead we go.
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By damned and wicked winds, you seekers of betrail
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Our backs and our beams shall break beneath your cold asail
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But we're sailors through and through, although our hope is pale
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Sailing is what we do, and onwards we shall sail!
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Nothing matters at all.
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Nothing matters. Ahead we go.
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Through The Gale
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Asaf Avidan |