As he stood upon the watch deck
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Looking out onto the sea
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It would offer no solutions
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Only silent company
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So he took hold of the reasons
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As he tried to understand
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But they offered just confusion
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As they bled into his hands
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Dear god
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Couldn't you decide
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What should happen to a man's assassins
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Dear god
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Is it suicide
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I have never been a man of passions
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I believe what the prophets said
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That the oceans hold their dead
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But at night when the waves are near
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They whisper
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And I hear
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There are wounds that bleed inside us
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There are wounds we never see
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They are part of our refinements
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That allow a man to be
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There are wounds that bleed in silence
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With aristocratic grace
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There are tears we keep beside them
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Never seen upon a face
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Dear god
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Do you think it's wise
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To remember everything that & #146; s ever happened
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Dear god
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Could we compromise
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Or must the shadows of this night be everlasting
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I believe what the prophets said
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That the oceans hold their dead
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As I contemplate this stand
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What I do
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Is who I am
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I believe what the prophets said
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That the oceans hold their dead
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But at night when the waves are near
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They whisper
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And I hear
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Don't see the storms are forming
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Don't see or heed the warning
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Don't hear the sound of tyrants
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Surrounded by the silence
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Columbus and Magellan and de gama
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Sailed upon the ocean
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In a world of ignorance
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With thoughts so primitive
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That men were killed
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With no more will
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Than that they simply had the notion
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But in this world of heartless men
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This thing they never did
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Don't hear it
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Don't hear it
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Don't hear it
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Don't hear it
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Got to keep it underground
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If they find it kill it blind it
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If they find it kill it blind it
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They whisper and I hear
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The Wake of Magellan
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Savatage |