When we arrive
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Sons & daughters
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We'll make our homes on the water
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We'll build our walls aluminum
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We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now
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These currents pull us 'cross the border
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Steady your boats
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Arms to shoulder
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'till tides will pull
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our hull aground
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Making this cold harbour now home
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Take up your arm
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Sons and daughters
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We will arise from the bunkers
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By land, by sea, by dirigible
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We'll leave our tracks untraceable now
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When we arrive
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Sons and daughters
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We'll make our homes on the water
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We'll build our walls aluminum
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We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now
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(We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon now)
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When we arrive
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Sons and daughters
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We'll make our homes on the water
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We'll build our walls aluminum
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(Sons and daughters)
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We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon
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(We'll make our homes on the water)
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We'll make our homes on the water
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(When we build our walls of aluminum)
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(We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon)
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Here all the bonds they fade away (x20)
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Sons and Daughters
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| The Decemberists |
