Pulling the weight up against the wind
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is the plight of the galley slave
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Chained to this cold bench, six to the oar
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Sentenced to an early grave
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With iron in our souls and fire in our wrists
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Slicing the waves and the sea
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Rotting below, they'll not let us go
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Only mutiny or death set us free
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Arms grow numb and the blood doth drip
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to the beat of the drum, from the crack of the whip
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We're damned, to the Galley
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We're chained, to the Galley of pain
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We're damned, to the Galley
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We're slaves, chained to the Galley of pain
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Narration:
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"The salt made the oar handles like shark skin
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and our lips we're cut to the gums
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and you whipped us because: we could not row"
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"Will you never let us go?"
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Splintered and split, the hands of the doomed
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endlessly toil by the hour
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Bodies broken, shackled with hatred
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as the soul grows sour
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Off in the distance, the cry of the gulls
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and the smell of approaching land
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With our last ounce of strength, we pull to the shore
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and dream to escape if we can
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But Sirens attack, with their songs of love
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Mermaids surround us as off we shove
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Our arms still numb and the blood still drips
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to the beat of the drum, from the crack of the whip
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Damned, to the Galley
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We're chained, to the Galley of pain
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Damned, to the Galley
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We're slaves, chained to the Galley of pain
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We're rotting in the Galley hole
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Solo
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Damned, to the Galley
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We're chained, to the Galley of pain
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We're damned, to the Galley
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We're slaves, chained to the Galley of pain
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Only death can set us free
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The Galley
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