Each man has a soul
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That struggles to escape
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And in the shallows of his dreams
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We can often see its wake
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For we all have our secrets
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That we all keep deep inside
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Away from light, in darkest night
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Where it's always safe to hide
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Away from all that we should meet
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Less someone else should share
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That thing that hides inside our soul
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That we pray was never there
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And out upon that ocean
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A lifetime from the shore
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Miguel stood his night watch
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Recalling everything he saw
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For he was a deckhand
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Aboard the "maersk dubai"
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He had sailed her round the world
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From hamburg to sendai
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But this trip had been different
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More than any he had known
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For on board there was an evil
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And the evil had been shown
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For halfway through this voyage
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They had found two stowaways
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That the captain had thrown in the sea
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And left them to the waves
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And when he tried to close his eyes
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And pretend he did not know
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The evil did not go away
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But used the time to grow
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For later on that same trip
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They found a stowaway once again
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But the captain soon met this one too
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And brought him to the same cold end
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He wondered what that boy thought inside
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Before that final sleep
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When water was all that was around
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And his lungs had screamed breathe deep
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He wondered what went through his mind
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As he gasped for air
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And the last moment when he prayed for help
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To find nobody there
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He wondered to himself
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If he could have been the one
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To stand up at that moment
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And say this cannot be done
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To stand up to the captain
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And say this thing it cannot be
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But there is nothing closer to god on earth
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Than a captain on the sea
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And he was just a deckhand
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With no right to plead the case
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Of this stranger in their midst
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And so he kept his place
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And what is done is done
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And undone cannot be
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And so he pushed it from his mind
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And stared out across the sea
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Underture
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Savatage |